It’s here again
Uninvited. Go away.
It drifts around my room,
Emitting a sharp coldness, smelling like
blackberry musk and amber
growing more alluring every second.
My mind begins to wander
I watch the beautiful figure
I hate it. I hate it.
I say no, I plead,
like a luscious, crisp red apple
hangs in front of a starving girl.
I even defeated it before
not today –
Textbooks and papers gradually fade into blackness,
Clocks disappear under its piercing stare,
And I let its beautiful, pale fingers close around my hand
as it takes me to the shimmering land of
for just a few hours.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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