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• Chloe Arentz, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

I feel dust in the lines of my skin,
Beneath my hollow ribs, there are deep rumbles,
Cracked lips keep me silent,
Every breath is sharp and shallow with yearning,
But I look above with aching eyes,
Through the shreds of my hanging sheet
And I see -
See the stars are bright tonight.
My eyes are heavy with sleep,
I’m content and at ease and peaceful,
Sheets beneath me of wrinkled silk,
Breathing in the draught, whispering across the room,
I turn to the blush of the glass window,
Tendrils of darkness blanket the hum of the city
And I see –
See the stars are dull tonight.