-bled up deep inside of me, pouring out of my mouth in a gush of hot blood. Fire met flood as the incessant squall from the sky tussled with the unquenchable brimstone in brutal litigation on the forest floor. My body blazed and withered in tandem as I continued my contemptuous cackling. Crack spread through the frozen granite of my limbs, my stomach, my chest, as I shuddered and choked on mirthless mania. Hysterics shuddered from my lips in an endless stream, corpuscle fluid dripping down my face. Clotted coagulation sewed my mouth shut, and my laughter diminished to a groaning gurgle. Celestial lashes of electricity fell from the clouds like the flash of a flog, lighting up the sky for moments at a time with the brilliant light of the goddess who inflicted them. Crackling electricity washed over the forest, lambent, dazzling in its ceaseless intensity. The only relief to the agony the children felt was the liniment rain that chilled their scalded soul. The tremendous queen of shadow, the harbinger of death and solitude laughed at the intractable anguish of her youths.
The Locker Blake Davidson ‘21 Photography “Simplistic as this ‘locked’ locker may seem, it represents the caged and overwhelmed feeling COVID has brought upon us. From being locked up in isolation to doing online school, we all feel the impacts of COVID differently. We are all battling our own eye of the storm due to COVID. This locker, to me, symbolizes a painful reminder of all the deaths lost to COVID and how we felt caged because we could do nothing to assist them.”
