Through the air,
Eating away at life,
Creating a silhouette behind you.
So pretty, yet grotesque,
In your wavy frame,
Wild and untamed.
You kill and burn,
You twist and turn,
You bring warmth and pain,
Destruction and comfort,
And this is what the human soul longs for.



I’m twelve years old and in the sixth grade. I enjoy school, especially writing. I’m not quite sure what I want to be when I’m older, but I’m on the fence between some kind of scientist and a writer.