Breakfast Blues -- poetry by Sophia Zhang
After some time, I wake up
And my thoughts scramble like the eggs from grandma’s frying pan
Rusting in the clean marble kitchen like in those old movies
Where I watched a husband kiss his wife
Only to see her slam her face into his fist frames later
The purplish welt shaped like the untouched eggs left on the plate
Sophia Zhang is a high school student residing in Chicago, Illinois. She has been stringing words together in her head since her inception and is very happy to channel them into readable packets of intrigue for other people to read. Besides writing, Sophia spends her time playing piano, volleyball, or her favorite song on repeat.