Poem by Alyssa Bedford // Illustration by Hope Antonellis
The cotton seeds fall from the eaves,
Dancing in the breeze.
My brother calls them summer blizzards.
Watch the white pile up like ice in July,
Or maybe more like ashes.
I reach out to catch raindrops
Between my fingertips,
Before they shatter against the sidewalk.
As we do.
Show me the day that fragility
Builds an empire.
A time when kings are soft
And we do not silence ourselves
For fear of another massacre.
When will the seeds stop reminding me
When will they stop shooting?
I am exhausted from
I will hold the hands of
My brothers and sisters
As I quake in fear.
Falling in silence
Hope is a quirky 17-year-old making her way through her senior year in high school. Passionate about making things with her hands, writing, and moving her body like an aquatic animal, she aspires to work for the arts and make the best sandwiches for picnics. Hope is still exploring her talents as she dabbles with photography, poetry, painting, and all sorts of expression. Tigress Magazine is her first internship for the arts, and most likely not her last. You can find her everyday teen silliness and amateur pieces on Instagram @skunky.punky_.
Alyssa Bedford is a poet, writer, and muralist studying for a BSBA. She has self published a collection of poetry and has a blog at whenpoetsbleed.tumblr.com. She adores reading, mountain climbing, cheesecake, The Zolas, snuggling with cats, and seeing kindness in people.