Three Words Describing Myself
(P.S. The first, previous in-class assignment was done on paper and Mr. Moon took it with him, therefore there is no post of that on the blog.)
Black, Chocolate, Fire
Black, a color of perfectness, glows everywhere, even in the pitch-dark
glows on my eyes, my hair, my mind
a color of mastery
Brown stickiness crawled under the throat
water is poured, but the stickiness never ends:
because I keep on gulping the brown Eden's Apple,
And is the snake guilty?
The life I want, and that is all I want:
Flames,
to Ashes
Wow! what a glorious life yours is/will be! Ascending like flames under the sun's brown autumn leaves that burn and broil and filter the occasional murmur of Eden's apple. And so, perhaps the snake was not guilty, but then again... what or who makes for mastery?
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