WINTER 2018 ISSUE | POETRY
Uneven Odds
Written KATELIN THARP (‘20)
Photography by Lindsay Nelson (‘18)
Somedays.
The darkness has mixed with the pure white.
Either way.
I watch water and ice continue to fight.
They make quite a pair.
Steadily merging unaware.
Even now.
Young, hot, and fiery we are.
Somehow.
We are free.
Everyday.
The moon rises in the blood-soaked sky.
Everyway.
I am bleeding just for a butterfly not to die.
Someday.
I will be free.
Someway.
You will see.
I am not me.
Even so.
Some bathe in silence: their loudest scream.
Why?
The eclipse shadows their hope.
We watch them compete.
They compete so eagerly in fear.
Against uneven odds.