Reaching & Crimes Scenes Can Happen In Hallways

Reaching by Anne Shi, 2015 Gold Key, Painting

Reaching by Anne Shi, 2015 Gold Key, Painting

Crime Scenes Can Happen In Hallways (Silver Key, Poetry)
by Fanya Donin, 12th Grade, Yeshivah of Flatbush Joel Brave

They asked me how it was.
I said that I don’t
Kiss and tell,
I keep secrets well,
But kisses tell everything,
And my lips crave an audience.

I am not used to keeping silent.

I am not used to feeling like a zipper,
Or a row of buttons,
Or a cage.
Funny how I want to tell the world
Exactly how it felt,
And you just want to proclaim
That it happened.

They asked me how it was.
I said that I don’t
Kiss and tell,
But I only said it so that people would stop asking.
I didn’t see you
In the next hallway,
Giving all the gory details.

I’m sorry I didn’t realize that
Our love affair
Was a crime scene.

I always felt like the kids
Who color on walls in crayon
Are the ones who end up
Sprawled on the ground
With their bodies outlined in white chalk.

Well now my hands are covered in colors
But my lips are stained white.

You always were a bad influence.

They asked me how it was.
I don’t remember much of it anymore.

I am not used to keeping silent.

Thankfully, there just isn’t much to tell anymore.

 

This entry was written by NYC Scholastic Awards and published on March 2, 2015 at 5:59 pm. It’s filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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