By Ryan Rastegar, Age 16, California
My feet submerged under the sand so deep;
the sea, poor me, eternally shall keep.
My final breath beneath the brutal brim,
your hand held out enticing me to sin.
Bewitching beauty, your glistening skin,
but the blood it bears is barely human.
Although temptation taunts my every limb,
I will not let the fair deceive my eyes:
I’d much prefer my desolate demise.
