Just 1 cent

Grace Martin

 

Ice

Freezing

Snow

The only words that swirl around my head

When asked what color my eyes are

Sharp

Deep

A pool

Like 4th of July with my Brothers

Dive deep into the abyss

And rise

Releasing a gasping breath

And swim

 

Molded

Like clay

Into semicircle objects

Amazing the fact that eyes hold our future

What insignificant things they are

Not bigger that a penny

A penny

1 cent

Compared to my tears and memories and happiness

What could it buy you?

Standing at the mall

Begging the person who mirrors my eyes

“Mom” I scream at the top of my lungs

“I wanna make a wish”

A penny

Compared to my sight

My vision

The capsule of my memories