Marshmallow

• Betty Tesfamariam, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

I see a spongey white fluff ball
my knees are shaking
I'm about to fall
I smell the sugary sweet marshmallow
My face is turning red and yellow
Soft as silk
White like milk
It bounces up and down inside
I feel somewhat hypnotized
I think i'm paralyzed
My mind goes blank like a plank
I think i sank inside a tank
All of a sudden i come back to life
I finished that marshmallow as if i were in strife