The Voice Issue 32: October 2017 - Page 26

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Grace Safford, Burlington, VT

Laced through her fingertips

She spent her life folded between the pages of books.

Words clenched tightly in her fists.

Her beauty laced through her fingertips.

Her name hid her story.

Unnoticed, she endured.

She was a name on a page,

a face in the crowd.

No one noticed the beauty laced through her fingertips.

She ruled over kingdoms of isolation.

Spending her passing moments in thought,

disconnected and rejected from the world.

No one complimented the beauty that laced through her fingertips.

Her glazed, green eyes stared straight ahead,

her head unmoving.

She pursed her lips tightly.

No one asked her if she was okay.

Still, beauty laced through her fingertips.

Her cheeks stained red.

She disappeared.

No one noticed the beauty that laced through her fingertips,

until she was gone.

- Madison C, Ashburn, VA