By QUINCY SMITH
Roads that lead nowhere
Cracked pavement snaps open under my toes
The trees bark at me
The leaves are still falling
My breath is shallow
A whisper
People cross paths
The skin on their arms only separated by pain
Electricity dances between us
This noticing of life
Catches onto my vision
Like a parasite in shallow seas
I look down to the ground
And see brimstone
I look across the grass
And see God
Suddenly the forest starts to close in
My lungs crash against my chest
I blink and they’re still walking
I look and I’m still screaming
Quincy Smith ’25 is a staff writer
qsmith25@amherst.edu