Poetry, Ally Boyle
i have boiled myself in ink.
i have ripped my skin to shreds
i have flayed my soul for thought
i have heard the earth whispering in the catacombs
i have seen the world fly by as a bird
i have documented history i cannot relive
i could know the world & still,
still--
burn me as a library;
knowledge has eaten me alive.
Ally is a fourth-year student with an interest in all things artistic, but with a special interest in filmmaking, film curation, criticism and history as well as poetry and prose writing! She loves themes around knowledge (its uses and its shortcomings), time, and impermanence. Find her on Instagram @allisonm_b
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