Written By: Chevella King

The Lone Barrette

I saw it there, alone and lost.

Why was it there? Why was it lost?

White, pristine, looking quite refined.

It was waiting on me, to be mine.

I picked it up, dusted it off.

I flipped it over, dusted it off.

It was a beautiful barrette.

This is one thing I won’t forget.

Something In My Throat

I have something in my throat.

It’s irritating. I feel like I am about to choke.

I can’t swallow good.

It needs to leave, I wish it would.

Perhaps it’s the fish from last night.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel right.

There is something in my throat.

I wonder if it is worth a groat.