KIM, LOUISE
Louise Kim
Age: 14, Grade: 9
School Name: Horace Mann School, Bronx, NY
Educator: Jennifer Huang
Category: Poetry
La chanson du soleil (The song of the sun)
the sun sings with her sunspot tears falling down her face
and her soul screams to be unshackled from her burning outerwear.
her holographic nylon jacket burns to a crisp and melts, sending lines of radio waves down the slides of spacetime.
what are humans, so vile and cruel that we wait and watch her burn into herself and her ancestors?
transcending the singularity, do you remember when you first felt euphoria
and when you felt it last ?
she told me that she thinks that she should end it all to feel no pain
and i told her that once you do
it erases the possibility of it ever getting better
but she told me that it won’t get any worse either
and i sat there and she embraced me as she cried
and oh, how she cried, her sobs wracking her chest, our bodies shook with the sadness inside her
flames licking my skin but it’s alright
if i can save her it’s best that i do
because i know saving myself is out of the question &
remembering the past and my covenant is impossible &
i can’t conjure up any reasons to climb out of the hole i’ve graciously created for myself
hail mary
full of grace
the lord is with thee
rosary beads, our protagonist sun tries to touch but they are
incinerated
a little girl with a plaid skirt and
beautiful twisted lies —
within a mouth lined with red
full of red
evil writhes.
when one misses the sun, she comes back to burn you all and just when you’re sick of her wrath,
the cold, uncaring moon takes her place
and makes you laugh.
(out of self-pity)
maybe the sun can shine into my face,
making my seeing orbs all glowy and show all of the
impurities within… beautiful honey colored flecks.
like toblerone!