I pick at the dry skin
on my wrist
as I walk briskly
to the STEM Center.
My breathing is heavy,
shallow.
It pools together
into white clouds,
a mixture of fear
and physical exertion.
I tighten the hood on my head
as I walk into the building,
reluctantly making my way
to office hours.
Outside of the safety
of those classroom walls,
of other students
and other teaching assistants,
I feel naked,
lost,
unsure
of his intentions.
But even now,
at a place where I thought
I would always be safe,
my body panics
and my mind spirals.
I don't feel safe anywhere.
And that scares me.
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Until I Rise Again
PoetryCollege: a time for growth, freedom, lust, and parties. The place to have the time of your life. But one disturbing encounter leaves Willow Brookes spiraling as she tries to make sense of what happened to her. Told in five parts, this novel follows...
