Book of blank pages…

I found myself lying under grey oaks

finger painting futures in milky clouds.

Tingling in daydreams

nightfall sparks

a blossoming fire within.

There were no more barriers.

Embroidered petals on a crescent flower moon

Wind whisked skin


extend the stars, embrace the heavens.


– Breelyn Shelkey


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University of Nevada, Las Vegas – Class of 2017 – Bachelor’s in Communication and Creative Writing with Honors.


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