Zehava Sanders is a writer from Manhattan. Her brothers are writers too. She's been coming to Writopia for a very long time. One of her other hobbies is puzzle solving, and she's also always prepared.
“The light stains my eyelids a / lurid pink. / I fumble with the / Pen and paper / That lay on my desk.”
The light stains my eyelids a
lurid pink.
I fumble with the
Pen and paper
That lay on my desk.
The others are still sleeping,
The sun is yet to rise,
And I shiver in the cold.
The room looks too large without
The others.
I fidget in my seat,
Unable to sit still.
The paper stares at me
Marred by my shaky writing.
The timer dings announcing my time is up,
And I hand in a paper half blank, half gibberish,
Dripping with sweat.
So much for my future.
1 Comment
This is a masterpiece! When I was 15, I was never able to write something as beautiful as this…
It’s wonderful to see a piece of writing that so perfectly describes a familiar activity in such eloquent wording.