3 Poems | Kelsey Schmidt

she was
my saturday night
my bathroom stall drug
the cigarettes butts on my back porch.

you are
my sunday morning
my lipstick stained coffee mug
bleary-eyed kisses that taste like toothpaste

left, right, you left again.
i lost all desire to be
little bitch,
don’t call me
rinse, repeat.

i am full of holes
but there are roots in my ribcage
and flowers burst from my spine
when you touch my skin.​


Kelsey Schmidt is a 20 year old sentient being who is just trying her best. She is an excessive coffee drinker who enjoys petting other people’s dogs and being cynical. She writes here.

Rachel Charlene Lewis

Rachel Charlene Lewis is a writer + social media editor, covering sex, identity, entertainment, and beauty. Her work has been published by Refinery29, Teen Vogue, SELF, Glamour, Autostraddle, and elsewhere. Follow her on Instagram and Twitter at @RachelCharleneL.

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