Hannah | Teen Ink

Hannah

November 23, 2011
By Kat_K BRONZE, Wellesley, Massachusetts
Kat_K BRONZE, Wellesley, Massachusetts
4 articles 0 photos 2 comments

She sits at the corner of our circle,
Curled tight as a girl’s fist.
Her eyes pool,
Doll-like,
Over the knives of her cheekbones.

She has not forgotten, she says,
The flavors of summer:
Running barefoot through wet grass,
The slow sweetness
Of a lemonade afternoon.
She hates only the taste of winter words:
Blizzard.
Chocolate.

Now she wears worn flannel and denim,
A body of
Shadow stretched over bone.
Nights she lies awake,
Buried beneath drifts of sheets,

Wondering when it all became
So heavy.


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.