One day, men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century.
~Jack The Ripper-1888~

My name is Esperanza. I am fifteen years old and going into tenth grade. Writing is one of my passions, but I am not a skilled as I wish I was. I am trying to improve, so if you have any constructive criticism for my fics, please put your imput in. I am somewhat new at this, so please assist me. Thank you for all the support!

The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.
Acetic acid in a sealed tin?
Do not accept it. It is not genuine.
A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.
Frost on a leaf, the immaculate
Cauldron, talking and crackling
All to itself on the top of each
Of nine black Alps.
A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one -
Love, love, my season.

The Couriers - Sylvia Plath