Student Publishing Program ::

Michael Aster

Bottle

There you sit,
upon my desk,
half empty, and yet half full.
A liquid fills you,
and seems to stare at me,
as glaringly as the blazing sun on a burning summer day.
Brightly colored,
like an iridescent vat of dye.
Your shell,
as hard as a diamond,
seems to protect you
from your deadly and dangerous surroundings;
however; you have a hole drilled in your head.
I stare at you,
and then I take a sip.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]