by Georgia Iris Szawaryn

crawling on all fours, hoping no one sees

I get behind closed doors, sitting on my knees

the house is in two floors, a hive of angry bees

I hear the continuous hollers, roars, no treaties, cries, or pleas

we’ve been at this for too long

the world is quiet, people are wrong

many have croaked, their swan song

terrible illness ravages the land where people belong

indoors to keep the world safe

but instead they all decide to break

the rules and therefore, they all take

a life that was, could be their own sake

no one listens

as shouting continues through the halls

i feel anger soaking up in the walls

and hear resentment building up tall

in this never-ending life on pause

because no one can seem to stay home



Georgia Iris Szawaryn is a Writing Arts graduate student at Rowan University in Glassboro, New Jersey and is simultaneously working on two fiction novels. Her work has been published on Flora Fiction and YAWP Journal. To read more about her journey as a writer, visit her website at

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