Triad Magazine

A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.



Into the wee small hours of night, I write.

Heavy with sleep, tired of the good fight, the madness consuming.

I plunge my pen into the paper repeatedly, recklessly,
carefully, joyously.

The blood of the monsters smeared over the paper, all over my hands,
but I do not care.

I continue to hack at the beast, for he has wronged me.

In the end, the madness consumes me. I am content.

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