August 4, 2010 by WITS Houston
I catch shooting stars with my tongue.
They feel like sharp needles in my mouth,
but taste like ice cream. I open
my mouth and a beam flashes out
into the night skies.
Shooting stars taste like chocolate
covered ice running down my throat
like an avalanche on a cold winter day.
Finally, it’s down my throat. You can
see a bright light in my stomach
and in the blink of an eye,
the light is gone.
By Maggie, 8th grade
Photo by IanAltamore via Flickr