A students' magazine for mental health advocacy




The first day of spring, Gibbs did a headstand

and I cried for all I’d lost through laughter.

That moment of humanity saved and destroyed me.


The membranes of unfeeling collapse—

my nervous chatter a rattling of cerebrum.

Do hearts require entropy to beat?


Six years later my tongue couldn’t help but prune

when you asked what’s wrong with me, and all

I could see was Gibbs, legs solar-bound, careless.


Your affection is heard as a belly full of blades

of grass pinwheeling through my vessels.

An affair wet, the brain a fertile womb.


How beautiful bodies are when inverted,

but I will never feel my gray matter plump to sanguine,

my vertebrae one winter close to fracture.


Resentment shreds each double helix,

but when you ask, I perform.

Your love notes cover holes punched through walls.



Nicole Melchionda is a recent graduate of Stetson University where she majored in English with a minor in creative writing. There she completed an independent study on gothic poetry with award-winning poet Terri Witek. The interests that infiltrate her work include biology, human anatomy, cosmology, psychology, and interpersonal relationships. She is now working as an English teacher in China.