where old chandeliers used to hang,
crystals dazzling blood orange light.
draped in the heaviest of furs,
needles of frost
burrowing into her forearms.
a new baptism,
a new lesson in forgetting
a thesis on hollowness,
against frost-bitten lavender.
whispering along skin,
more requiem than birdsong.
Ben Togut is a junior at Columbia Preparatory School in New York City. He has attended The Iowa Young Writers Studio and The Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop, and has received national recognition from The Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.