For fear of flight For fear of flight I cage my soul, and starve it near to bones Watching closely, guarding-like As it burns like styrofoam. Peculiar pains Perplex my heart, and spurn my platitudes While I ruminate, endure Alone, I instigate a feud. Worn, wrinkled hands Clinging tight, clutching ominously at me I sidestep fates, peer at them Blind to what I finally see. Vexatious visions torment me Searing shadows on my thoughts Stalk me slowly, for recompense Threatening to flaunt my faults.
Scott M. Schönfeldt-Aultman is a southern-born, San Francisco Bay Area-residing, Rhetorical Studies & Cultural Studies trained pedagogue who enjoys sharing space with students while exploring and learning about whiteness, masculinities, black feminism, drag, communication, and social justice.