Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Standing Stone Stephanie Dushay, '16 I think I'm petrifying from the inside out Trembling fingers, gasping sobs cede ground to cold, unfeeling stone I can feel the granite creeping between my eyes, to lock me in Your words mean nothing to me anymore! But my too-hard heart isn't moving and I can't remember whose bones I once was If I were a rock, I'd wall you in