Poetry

SOMBER KEY

I open and close the sametall supple door,hang on my frozen gold hook,and wait for my life to change.

I get placed into a largemaroon bag and lie there,wistful and alone.

The bag opens.A vivid lightshines throughmy empty body.

But then I fallonto the cold white floor.The maroon bag walksout and I knowI’m lost forever.

Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer
Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13
Brookline, Massachusetts

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