By Sharon Pan
my eardrums
pop and explode
at the sound of fireworks crackling
in the night sky, black canvas
with inky white stars that pulse
with light
red roses form
at dirty old walls with its
prickly edges and thorns
pecking at my skin
ripping the thinness
to make the blood run from my thigh
wolves howl
people yell at festivals
with their hot food on plastic plates
as another firework releases into the sky
the earthquakes with their puzzles shaking
buildings tumbling down
at the bursts of a cry from children
sea waves slapping into the sand
rolling over
crushing small buildings
fire roars
orange and red sparks
spreading to trees
burning grass
swallowing everything
and
nothing
was
left.
not a dash of ember
not a spot of dust
not a single living thing
just
nothing at all
About the author:
Sharon Pan is a Chinese-Canadian youth writer. She currently resides in Vancouver and will attend eighth grade in September. Her poem called Home At Vie’s won third place (youth category) in a local poetry contest (hosted by Fiona Tinwei Lam, Vancouver’s poet laureate). It has been published in the online literary magazine, Ricepaper. She strives with an ambition to become an author someday.