Spring 2016 Pillars of Salt

Thicker Than Blood I am not a fish and he is not a bear but is there a difference when it comes to keeping a door shut I am not sheltered like a citadel guarded by light I heel, hushed under the callused thumb where words were spoken through teeth, I cannot sigh with palliative mind I will recoil when you look at me, because I toil as he looks at me, recollecting the spit falling from his tongue I am not like you my mind was not built to believe your intentions lie in letting me love myself past the bathroom door, strung beneath the chair, I promise, when I stay it means more than that.

Sara Seaman (’16) 44 Pillars of Salt