Poetry: again.

by Marie C.

"The living dead"
by Erin Y.

again.

It just goes down

endlessly.

Am I looking at the sea now?

Or is the sea

calling me?

If I go down,

will my feet touch the bottom?

Let's not be afraid to go down.

Perform a recoil jump

with my feet touching the floor.

Yeah, I hit the floor

so I'm going up again.

If I go up like this, I can see the sky again.

Yes, it's not over yet.

I will open the world again.