Student Publishing Program ::

Allison Lau

Milk

The stiff kitchen floor
tingles my bare feet.
I open the refrigerator door,
and grab the carton of milk,
slips through my fingers.
Crash
onto the stiff kitchen floor,
onto my bare, naked feet.
Swallowing my blue toes.
Needles of cold
piercing through my skin.
A frozen claw
buried deep into my feet,
struggling for air.
The tiny carton on its side
huffing and puffing,
gasping.
Bursts of milk
gushing from its open wound,
I am swimming in white.
My feet
can't feel the kitchen floor
anymore.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]