Sebastian Holmer

Where?

I 
 

Red,  
red is running down his arm, ice cold bucket of water 
                    over his head, pain brings back sanity, the chest is being  
          crushed  
​                    eyes
                              glazing,
floor sprinting,  
Embrace  
Serenity 
 

II 
 

Back  
          and  

                    forth,  
Back 
          and  

                    forth, 
they  
          yell,
they 
          worry,  
He used to be happy    They think  
          He was always a good kid 
What  
went  
wrong 
          It’s your fault                              not mine


III 
 


Playing 

​dimensions    
            separated             from           reality
          through glass
                              glazed eyes   blank face,  
burst of anger concentration mirrored by a trickling bead tongue curved like a snake tasting 
prey what is he doing upstairs 
 
 
 

IV 
 

R e v e r b e r a t i n g   
          her chest 
exploding  
          pandemonium 
vibration  
          is key, 
black fur gleaming  
          like a nickel acting as a mirror for the heavens, 
home comfort life found in the recess of her neck,  
she 

always  

did  

help 
 


V 
 


Creaking 



ever so silent               
          the night preparing to overtake the sun, 
          undetectable rocking yet it doesn’t lull 
          staring down over the winding asphalt dragon, 
four   separated   in   one,  

shelter it provides          pain it contains


It Falls

It  falls.  I  walk  to  the  door.  From  the  door.  Sinking  through  the  purity  of  the  untouched,  the  uncorrupted.  It  covers  all.  It  covers  scars.  It  covers  life. Canyons in my arm sucking in the light, dying me  red,  staining  me  brown.  Answers  evade,  moonlight  sprinting from the sun. I am looking through glass, it’s  wet. 
 


A  barbarian  pounds  the  pearl,  gates  reverberating  with the impending escape. My chest is shaking, my  body  is  shaking,  my  world  is  shaking.  It  wells  up.  I  stand up. The world is spinning as my reality twists. 
 

Darkness overcomes luminance. Blank stare, painted  mind.  Minutes  pass  by,  perhaps  hours.  I  am  noting  the passage. A fracture appears, space is distorted. I  walk back. I lay down. The caress of tranquility. Sand  reclaims  the  ruins.  Time  holds  all.  Demons  need  sleep too.


Sebastian Holmer is a first-year student in the Questrom School of Business. If he's not at class or at the dining hall, you can reliably find him buried under the covers trying to catch up on missed sleep.