Only Nooses by Ben Togut

            where old chandeliers used to hang,

crystals dazzling blood orange light.

wandering barefoot

across marble,

draped in the heaviest of furs,

needles of frost

burrowing into her forearms.


Every morning

a new baptism,

a new lesson in forgetting

her body

                        a thesis on hollowness,


against frost-bitten lavender.

Static nights

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.