Shapeshifter
I can
wait
As I feel your scalpel
Carve into my marbled flesh
Engravings of love and joy
I can
listen
As you allow my ears to blossom
With your gentle touch
Marring my thoughts with words of your pain
I can
imagine
As you serenade me
With tales of the past
And enchant me
With dreams of your future life
I can
reminisce
Warm afternoons
Inside your studio
Laughing as your hands began sculpting
My clay twin
I can
cry
As I feel your fingernails
Dig into my soft, gray skin
Longing for my touch
I can
choke
As I watch your paper lips
Glow as they singe
And combust passionately
I can
destruct
As you can no longer bear
To see me
In front of you again
I can be
crumbled
and
cremated
and
created again
I can
shapeshift
For you
Anoushka Panganamamula is a 12th grade student from Hilliard, Ohio, who is interested in creative writing, piano, violin, biology, and astronomy. She also enjoys volunteering, cooking, traveling, mystery movies and books, and meeting new people.