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Hint of Sunshine

By NattieLerman, Mt. Prospect, IL

Dark Blue
hovers over me
as I clutch onto Jessica’s jacket.
The air is icy,
sharp.
My face feels frozen,
as my fingertips slowly turn
that dark, eerie blue.
I don’t like this kind of blue.
It’s bitter and heartless;
How can I relax
when I can’t even feel my hands?

Black
is sinister and terrifying.
As Jessica and I approach the
rickety roller coaster,
with the fast black track,
black wheels,
and black carts,
I can’t even breathe, and
I don’t want to do this.
I hate black,
but Jessica loves it.
She embraces it,
always looking for a thrill.

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