PEA RIDGE — Untitled BY EMILY FRASIER Fourth place

Breathing, I see breathing.

Heavy puffs of oxygen cascading

out of my mouth into the fall air:

Somewhat resembling smoke only made

of carbon dioxide that originates from

my own body; coldness, it feels freezing

but I know my comphy hoodie will

block out the cool air that’s leaving

a burning sensation as I exhale the

oxygen. Warmness; comforting thoughts

flood my mind as I take a peek

into my future; Bonfires, theglowing

fire dances before my eyes;

people

yelling in tongues and sounding

angry. Blackness; stars dance all

around my face, invading my brain and

killing every ounce of feeling left

in my body as I fall into a deep

intransing sleep.

School, Pages 9 on 11/17/2010