bright eyes work like rock salt

it snakes in past the glassy layer

it’s an expensive kind of fear

it hinges on somebody else’s hurt

your pollination is convincing

honey still won’t dissolve the slick

the others slipped

the others bruised

I don’t think I can catch you


Moira Armstrong is a junior at Howland High School, where she enjoys stressing over honors classes and extracurriculars. Her favorite is the speech and debate team, where she competes in original oratory and serves as president. In her very limited free time, she likes to volunteer, color, and, of course, write. Her work has also been published in the Power of the Pen Book of Winners, two Creative Communications Poetry Collections, and Blue Marble Review.

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