Giustina Sacco

I Am Sixteen!

Walking down the halls,
My I-pod as loud as the water falls,
All of the noises blend,
I see my friend.

I am sixteen.

Climbing on the jungle gym,
Running through the park,
Bruises on all my friends limbs,
I see him. Staring. Laughing. Leaving a heart shaped mark.

I am sixteen.

Flying up and down,
With no sign of a frown,
Nauseous from the carnival ride,
I share that feeling with him after having just flied.

I am sixteen.

Searching through my house,
I find a serrated knife,
I hold it up high only to hear my ringing phone next to a small snowy mouse,
It’s him again, him who saved my life.

I am sixteen.

I toss the knife with a smile,
It’s dead on the Tuscan yellow tile,
I hear him say “I care about you. To you I could never be mean”

I am sixteen!


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