Featured in the 2016 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
Red in Tooth and Red in Claw Shiloh Joyner, '16 being chased is not a romantic experience. i can feel breath on my neck i can hear the pounding of feet behind me but i know that if i run they will know it's me they will catch up and rip me apart i have to hide in the crowd put on the mask dont talk about your fears don't talk about your skin don't say anything at all the smaller you are the harder it is for them to find you but i am so big my skin can barely hold it all in i push at the seams sometimes i cough up seawater or find dirt in my bed when i wake every second that i am living i ache with the urge to run run to the woods the sea somewhere anywhere as long as i can get away from the machinery the concrete the polite words that i don't understand i will always choose flight over fight the slightest hint of anger has me wilting, shrinking my heart beats so hard in my chest i fear it will bruise i fear the wolves can hear it i fear the wolves will find me i fear the wolves i fear