Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Crown Molding Stephanie Dushay, '16 I think I'm rotting from the outside in Grinning laughter, yellow teeth give way to squishy, pulpy hearts I can feel the green fur growing between my ears, to block you out Your words mean nothing to me anymore! But my too-soft skin has white flecks showing and flies are buzzing at my half-dried tears If I were a fruit, I'd throw me out