The fiendish gazes are creeping out from behind the bushes.
Where will they go?
Where will they wander?
Who will they entangle?
What innocent soul will be marred on this night?
The college campus
The hotel room
The doctor’s office
The dressing room
The firm office
The mother
The daughter
The son
The father
The aspiring actress
The gymnast
The student
The intern
The fiendish gazes are creeping out from behind the bushes.
How long have they lingered there?
How long will they continue?
How long until this hunger is not satisfied as they please?
How long until change is no longer needed?
How long until the predator in the shadows is banished from normalcy forevermore?
How long until we can use the past tense, and say, with certainty,
The fiendish gazes creeped out from behind the bushes.
I write with questions.
I write with uncertainty.
Might not be the traditional, expected way.
But that’s the point, isn’t it?
This is our present day.
This is our now.
We don’t have the answers.
We don’t know what change will actually unfold.
We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
We don’t know the answers.
There is no easy way to end this.
There is no clear solution.
There is no ending.
Because we haven’t found it yet…
This is a call,
To the guilty,
To those lurking,
To those unrepentant,
We know what you hide,
We are coming,
We WILL bring about the change we deserve,
So to all of you,
With fiendish gazes,
Creeping behind the bushes,
I say to you,
Past tense is fast approaching.
Sarah Bryant is a senior. She has always loved writing and never plans on stopping. She is thankful to her creative writing teachers, Mr. Swindells and Mr. Gillespie, for always supporting and encouraging her. In the fall she will be attending Lancaster Bible College to major in Communications.