By: Evey Weisblat
Laurel School, Shaker Heights, Ohio

Ariadne, where are you?
I keep running into—

I am lost in here

hidden amidst the tangled chords
that over time have learned
to blind the guard inside
my lighthouse of a head

sometimes this labyrinth feels like a

minefield

a tragic kind of entropy quietly invading my ribcage,
plucking my silent heart strings

cutting my thread

never once stopping to ask if breathing is the very thing that’s

killing me