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