cover of 2022 spring issue

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