• Elle Winters


Guilt transpires

and I’m putting out fires,

that you started,

to burn down my boundaries.

I grow tired,

defeated, retire,

giving into your tirade,

As the wildfire rages around us,

I look down to see I’m holding petrol.

This poem was written in the aftermath of a heated argument. Upon reflection, the escalation of the argument was a result of both parties, including the person who thought they were trying to make peace. It turns out neither party was taught how to effectively communicate without arguing.


Poetry by Elle Winters

Art by Fempower Art