Student Publishing Program ::

Ally Engelberg

Shelves

Wind rushes past, sped by
quick cars.
I touch the glass, a sharp,
cold awakening.
Inside is nothing, dust gathers on
shelves, reading chairs, carpeted floors.
My breath leaves puffs on the sleek surface,
clouding... nothing.
Noise once filled the space and now, it is
slashed by
silence.

A
capacious corner
sits sullen
and
bare. Books buried
in
graves, gone.
Exasperated emptiness emanates.
Pages permeate, panicking
indeed inundated
by
ignorance. I insist in
persistence. Peeking past,
I
enter evil, exiting everything
good. Grieving,
I
begin bearing bizarre
salty seas
on
colored cheeks.

I back away.

Running, running, running away
Wind smearing the wetness on my face.
Running from what?
To where?
Everything is
gone.
Running to
no where.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]