Nonfiction

I.

The current whirled around
The scaly legs
Of a Spinosaurus
A triumphant fisherman
Whose long teeth sank into a sawfish
The river stained red

II.

For all its dirt logging roads leading deep into forests, its dark swamps and trails snaking under a dense canopy of coniferous foliage, Camp Hidden Valley is a place that truly lives up to its namesake.

If I could

I would return

To the places I've enjoyed the most

If only I could go back:

To the lush, winding Gettysburg fields

The surreal crags atop Mount Mansfield

At night, I’m terrified of falling asleep
because I don’t know what horrors are inside.
I may be young, but I can understand them.
I dress in dark colors and wear chains and chokers.

I can feel the heat.

My forehead intensely warm with a feverish sweat, my body defending itself from a virus.