Artwork by Patricia Homersham

I’m not one for
small feelings,
cower behind
closed-door
feelings. My
mind has a
lock, but your
hands snap
every key. My
heart swings on
hinges, strained the
wrong way. My
body reserves a
place behind
every slamming
door. It’s
closure, this
closing door. Closure,
and never
something more.

—

Erica Macri is a 21-year-old writer studying English and Economics at Boston College. She is a New Jersey native who has always felt like she has one foot in New York. Erica has an affinity for redwood trees, window seats, and dogs of all sizes.

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