Chelsy Wood


Stagnant air licks every single, solitary pore of my being. Time and space warp as sweat forms above my brow. No light can penetrate through these walls and the lock keeps on turning. Blackness starts to consume the room. Only the sound of short heavy breaths can be faintly heard. Beams of light shine from under the door, however no one hears my cry.

Sudden Disaster

He does
           not observe the effects
of his error.

The dash of bullets
                        in attack 
and nothing undermines the

At first sight, a reflection
            will reveal          

and the observer
            keep his eyes glued to the ground,
so as to be positive of his position.

Chelsy Wood is currently an undergraduate student at Boston University. This is her first poetry publication.