“Efflorescence”
The diminishing sunlight beams through the fleecy clouds,
gently caressing her skin.
The fragile souls of the tree limbs sing, leaving her in awe;
oh the depths silence can hold at once!
The moon whispers; another night fall.
The soft turquoise glow of the crescent moon appears.
The glow transforms into a frigid ice that coats the alluring branches.
They lie there, flawlessly curled and magnificent.
The decay of their leaves creep over her skin, soaking into her very essence.
She screams, but no noise is released from her body;
Oh the depths silence can hold at once!
Editor’s Note: the writer is currently a student at Sacred Heart Academy in Hempstead. She is a New Hyde Park resident and Notre Dame School alumni.
