Elisa Barguil : Writing

Witchful Thinking

Witchful Thinking

A Poem by Elisa Barguil


My mother talks and talks. I fear she mayBe right. What if my sister is indeed a w***e? FlauntingHer thickness among Indians in the Panamanian jungle,..
All mostly, the same

All mostly, the same

A Poem by Elisa Barguil


I sat on your bed, boiling hotAching all over. I stared up at the Stars we had plastered-togetherOn your ceiling. Your hand touched your crotch-the ma..
Escape

Escape

A Poem by Elisa Barguil


You will always be in my mind, alwayswant me even when the day comes that you don’t.And I will never quite be as good as you.
Faults

Faults

A Poem by Elisa Barguil


So it was my fault when i Convinced myself you were in love with a ghostOn some train and you had settled with me, a nice girlTo forget the beauty of ..
Differences

Differences

A Poem by Elisa Barguil


What makes me different from she?Was she curly-haired freckled -face slit-eyedmaybe well, what makes me me?What makes me different from she?Is it ..
The Roach and Bird

The Roach and Bird

A Story by Elisa Barguil


The image of the roach walking near my laptop- I thought it was some sort of hallucination. Its burgundy shell, I thought, must be the only thing that..


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