Robbie Turner
With sapphire eyes and soft rose lips
Underneath the tablecloth
His fingers dance in secret across her waist
Pensively gazing in Cee’s direction
Piercing his way through her chest
She laughs, embarrassed
Just as the sides of his lips curl
Into that innocent, but piercingly bright smile
Not knowing the irreversible destruction that is about to come
The two revel in the sparkling air of calm

“Come back, Cee.”

—By Summer H., 18, Canada