| Pomegranate Words |
Ice by Chelsea Wozniak, 14, Blythwood, South Carolina It's dark And I'm still. My friends whisper frosty salutations. I shiver in return. Bright, radiant light blinds me As I am captured by a giant's fingers. The heat scorches me, I slide from the hand and crash to the floor, Shattering into a thousand tears. Now I can only wait for a quiet death. |