Regency

sleepily,
i get in,
the massive doors shut,
the familiar turn of
my stomach,
comes back as i waken

finally,
the doors open,
to reveal an astounding sight,
for my groggy eyes

gleaming gold coins,
lifeless bodies of plump turkeys,
stranded,

as i near this oasis,
my heart leaps with the knowledge
of the chocolate

during this mystical,
slurping delectable chocolates,
my heart warms
at the thought of
Thanksgiving

(Published in TeenInk)

April 18, 2011 |