The girl freezes—suspended
in the air, barely skimming
the lake’s surface. Time
is still. The water loses
its fluidity, its ebb and flow,
becoming a pane of glass,
tinted blue like the summer sky
but rough and unpolished,
the ripples jutting out
like ridges, sharp as glass shards
ready to impale. But the girl
still hovers above, caught
in time’s grasp,
immortal.
Emily Lu is currently a sophomore at New Trier High School. She has been writing poetry for three years and attended creative writing courses at the Northwestern Center for Talent Development. Her writing has previously appeared in BALLOONS Literary Journal and Paper Swans Press.