A snowflake, I drift from charcoal skies
A delicate disk, designs etched in skin,
To fulfill my dream of falling to earth
And joining my brothers and sisters.
Now waiting, I fly as slow but sure, I –
HOLY SNOWFLAKE! I spot a tongue!!
Twelve o'clock! Turn! Quick turn!
Flashing in the brightening morning,
I flip my slender body back and forth
To avoid the pink platform of death.
I flex crystals, try to catch the wind,
Struggle for escape but to no avail.
Landing in three seconds! Brace for impact!
Contact! We have contact! Mayday!
A delicate disk, designs etched in skin,
To fulfill my dream of falling to earth
And joining my brothers and sisters.
Now waiting, I fly as slow but sure, I –
HOLY SNOWFLAKE! I spot a tongue!!
Twelve o'clock! Turn! Quick turn!
Flashing in the brightening morning,
I flip my slender body back and forth
To avoid the pink platform of death.
I flex crystals, try to catch the wind,
Struggle for escape but to no avail.
Landing in three seconds! Brace for impact!
Contact! We have contact! Mayday!
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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