Prize Poetry

A Walk with You

by a young woman, age 14

I walked with you again last night.
The night was warm with no clouds.
I could hear you laughing at things I was saying
Like the way you were kissing me moaning.
It seems you knew things I wish you never knew,
For you kissed my hand then placed your cold hand in my shirt.

The road was bumpy and strange for me to walk,
Just like things always were between us.
Through the soles of my feet, I could feel you sucking on my
I wonder, if we tripped and fell,
Would you stand there laughing or helping me up?
Would I think again or think of something again.

Other "Honorable Mention" Recipients, October 2013