Isabella Santoro
Photography Editor
Stillness never seemed so loud
As how it feels to be stuck frozen
Underwater, the darkness and silence surrounding
You as you push on the ice, your hands solid blocks
Of frozen fear, they can no longer shake, shake, shake
Until they become so still, they fall off
Until the dark abyss of a mind too stuck to
See the light at the top of the pond
As it struggles to worm its way out of a
Depressed hole in the ground of water, a dark
Pit of sand where the rocks split open your feet
As you drag yourself deeper and deeper
Until you’re encased inside the dirt that
Holds all of the happiness you long for
Stay there until you fill yourself with dirt
That chokes you, your mouth spitting
Happiness and hope, it tastes bitter on that
Tongue of yours, one you never use for
Anything other than spewing dirt and decay
Because it’s all you’re truly used to and
What’s even worse is that the dirt
Makes you feel as if you’re home
When the decay makes you feel safe
Like maybe if you stay there and
Never leave, nothing will ever get
As worse as it is now, to be stuck
In a frozen pond, your hands
Banging on the ice for release