i listen to the drip drip drip of the tap and wonder if my doubt is leaking too. it seems no matter how much i try to stop it, it squeezes itself through, ready to strike like a freshly sharpened blade, or a snarling snake with its teeth bared. ready to slice through my heart and kill my wild things. am i strong enough to stop this, or is tragedy inevitable? i listen to the tap tap tap of the rain against the roof and wonder if i’ll ever be able to escape these feelings, no matter how hard i try to bury them or how far i go, they slither through from underneath the door, ready to cut through my skin and leak from my pores. am i brave enough to face this, or will i have to live with the haunting for yet another day? -Marisa Jorgensen