you spat me out
at the very top of the tornado
where sky meets dust just high
it was blurry-dizzying,
nauseating most mornings
chewing-gum-
pin-balling between being
wrong and being wronger,
I know I was never wrongest
I slithered, spiraled down that
treacherous hole, it felt
like years and honestly
may have been but I
couldn’t remember
a single time I smiled
until I was out.
there was no definitive exit,
my feet just one-day felt ground,
moss between toes and sand
between toes and water between
toes which held me up like
a statue like a trophy, golden,
gliding across a road, alone:
the wrongest person alone
in her very own world.
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Tia Fishler
Tia Fishler has recently graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in English with a Concentration of Poetry, with Honors, from Hobart and William Smith Colleges. She has lived in Poughkeepsie, New York, for her entire life. Through Hobart and William Smith Colleges, she has been the winner of multiple awards, such as the Deborah Tall Prize in Poetry/Creative Nonfiction in English and Comparative Literature. Her poetry emphasizes the use of sound in language as a way to illustrate the personal tangibility of feminine rage as a result of relationship abuse. These themes are also brought to life through 'challenged forms', which aim to create feminine narratives from historically patriarchal forms such as sonnets, screenplays, and indexes. Tia hopes to become a voice for those who have undergone relationship abuse.
