by Kaitlyn Graham
Through our homes, our cold windows-
I see the breath of the trees sucked from its lungs,
And it wrinkles to nothing.
It vanishes in the spectrum of time.
I’ve seen lovers’ strings severed by hours,
And strangers deflated by fleeting minutes,
And my own skin weaken under every passing second.
My eyes sink in their waters.
My mind wades in their loss.
I know the high.
I know the daunting echoes of the future.
Echoes that drift backward
Into they that never needed to hear.
I know the rivers in our veins
That carry mortality like daggers.
We conceal our most dangerous weapons
Inside of our own bodies for the sake of others.
And on dewy summer dawns I am the watcher of vanishing.
I know the savory toxin of the ephemeral mindset like blood on my teeth.
I will give no satisfaction.
Author Biography: Kaitlyn Graham is a sophomore at Woodbridge Senior
High School. She is a member of the creative writing concentration of the Center
for Fine and Performing Arts. Outside of writing, Kaitlyn enjoys watching
baseball, baking cupcakes, and watching old movies with her friends.