Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
Of A Girl by Phoebe
I miss
the melancholy
of those good old days
idealized memories
of a girl whose soul
conversed with the invisible
on bright bitter December mornings.
I miss
the hazy feeling behind her eyes
as the words flowed in unhindered.
Drinking with panicked fervor
as a beast in the desert,
blind to Teacher's warnings
and skulking cameras
and listless fifth- graders.
I miss
the headstrong tang
of ultimate power
as words poured forth from her fingers
a trickle, a fountain, a flood
of righteous fury
and fear
so pure
that others drooled
for just a taste.
The pen mightier
than the sword.
I miss
being her.