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Zipline
The metal briefly catches the sun
its glint reflecting onto her face
forcing her flushed cheeks
to bask in an ethereal glow.
A school playground —
the one with a zipline.
The air is saturated with screams,
and somehow I can discern
which are cries of joy
and which are that of
a mousy girl
who flings the zipline forward |------------------------------| its sleek metal handle
gliding effortlessly
through the air.
Her prettier friend sits
slender arms on bars
leaning forward
on the other side.
The handle zips unaided toward her,
attracted to her head’s charming upward tilt
beckoning in welcome.
The sound of metal
splitting
bone
creates a particular magic.
The suddenness of the event
sucks all noise into a void
from which the screaming
returns all disfigured and foreign.
The girl screams,
blood blooming across her forehead
the brightness of it so startling
I am stunned by the morbid beauty of it
the colour’s sharp metallic scent
lingering in my mouth.
Like a film reel
the bell rings
beautifully on time
teachers pushing back against the flood
rushing the girl to the infirmary
while
drops
of blood
scatter in her wake
and briefly I gaze
unshielded at the smears of red
glowing under the afternoon sun
before vanishing under a threadbare mop.
I wonder if they cleaned the zipline too
or did the blood rust it clean through.
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Hi! I'm Sarina, a Chinese-American high school student currently living in Singapore. When it comes to writing, I'm a lover of poetry, creative nonfiction, and historical fiction -- one of my favorite books of all time is Olive Kitteridge. In my day to day life, I'm known as an avid Kpop fan and c-drama fanatic.