You

• Natasha Jorge-moore, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

Looking at you there your face looked wrong
It gnarled and you snarled
But you did not look away
You stand there tongue weaving incantations
Strong enough to make me stay

I walk with others in me
Yearning to get out
They scratch my skin
They gnash their teeth and shout
One of them only wants to be

Remember when all your thoughts
They were electric and alive
Where did you go?