In Other Words…
My phonetic spine infinitely stretches from my vulgar tailbone past the end of my individual hair strands. Meanwhile each crunch and crack my bird-bones sing is a phenomenon unknown to the hibernating forest. The snow absorbs my vertebrae’s piercing soliloquy. I have laid there familiarizing my coat with the slush for a plural moment. Cold is not a feeling, but a lack-there-of. No one came that day or this second to save me from the prepositional phrase leaking out of my skull and
Hannah Fahy is a senior English and adolescent education major at SUNY Geneseo. She is very involved on campus as a Safe Zone trainer, a member of Musical Theater Club, and a writer for Her Campus. When she isn’t in class or at a club meeting, she can be found juggling on the college green (weather permitting).