"Limp Hands," Morgan Geraghty, Sixth Grade, PS 122Q

Down the stairs,
I venture
The door
I keep closed.
I can hear
Parents, they are talking
I open the door
The cold rushes at my face
I can feel it going through my skin.
Trying to find my heart, finding it, squeezing it.
I could feel the pain in the wind
Spreading throughout my entire body.
I knew what had happened
My hands as limp as my dad´s
I reached for the little used-to=be comforting animal
With my heart I reached
My heart stretched until it couldn´t anymore,
I knew it was over.