By Samantha Mackertich
She drew her empire
in colored pencil,
sharp lines twisting, defining lives.
Waxed tints soften
the pages and shade
the world in pastel.
The rivers run with watercolor,
volcanoes sweat candles.
Clay trees spout
out of the wet earth, moldable,
and she twists them through
She drew her empire,
graphite in a world of ink.
She dabs it with cloth
as ink bleeds in from the edges,
soaks her pastel castles and creeps
Her kingdom was drawn
in pencil and erased by ink.
She lifts it by the corners,
homes and streets pooling in the cavity
of its chest, and lets go.
Her empire sinks through the air and settles
on the oily surface of a driveway
puddle. Her world dissolves into dark
swirls of paint.
Samantha Mackertich is a junior at Walnut Hill School for the Arts in Natick, MA, and is a creative writing major. She has been published in the Síbliní Art and Literature Journal, attended the Breadloaf Writing Conference in Vermont, and was a finalist for the Helen Creeley Poetry Prize. Her favorite form of poetry is free verse in couplets. She also enjoys writing screenplays, short stories, and plays.