Welcome to Labrys, your student-run art and literature collective of Smith College.

I lay my head upon the riverbank where the mud is the color of my skin. I lay my head down and feel the rage in every wave. In the angry churning of the river, my eyes, the color of charred wood, stare blankly back at me. Dark curls crown my head like a circle of thorns, spilling down my back in wild tangles. They end where my hips begin, wide hips that hold thick thighs.

I lay my head upon the riverbank, eyes closed, dreaming of a woman the color of clouds. The waves have settled into soft ripples. I dream of cerulean eyes and cheeks scattered with stars. I dream of golden hair and slender legs I love more than my own.

I open my eyes and reach into the water, striking my reflection until it is no more.