I Feel the Cold Embrace

By

Chair in the Cottonwoods by Lydia Selk

by Hannah Whitman


I feel the cold embrace
of these sullen shadows
thats all thats left of my reflection.
Reaching out to touch my face
I feel your cheeks are sallow
yet you’re still the picture of perfection

Hannah Whitman is 16 years old. She has loved writing short stories since she can remember, and as she grew, she started writing songs and poetry, also. She loves songs that make her “have to think long and hard” and that she can “relate to”. She says she likes to write in that same way, and she invites her readers to interpret what she writes in any way they want to make what she writes mean something to them.

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