“Desire” by Sarah Hartmus

There are moments when I’m sure there isn’t room enough for me and it in this one mortal body.

I lie awake wishing it would morph into a harmless hobby.

Untamed desire turning the beats of my heart foggy,

I think it will someday take me away entirely, rob me of me. But how can I ignore it?

I wouldn’t expect a waterfall to not tumble.

Just because it will one day carve away its foundation in one catastrophic rumble.

So carve on, my passion, erode my baser self away.

For struggle against it as I might, my soul I must obey.

Sarah Josefina Hartmus is an acting major from Rochester Hills, Michigan. She loves writing and is an avid reader, mostly of plays and historical fiction.