by Sydney J., 15
i will remember this evening
and the way the still-bare-but-budded trees
reached their spindly limbs up,
like veins against the sky,
drinking in the soon-gone sunset
too-soon-gone sunset
the one that trailed on my lips
and filled my mouth,
staining my teeth and choking me
on the overbearing sweetness
of promises yet to be fulfilled
Downingtown, Pennsylvania
Bridge Ink 