Jillian Appel
Joined February 2018
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Memories Encased in Ice
The otherwise pure ice was stained crimson with the lines of the hockey fieldThe rink employees looked like they were having funTheir neon orange vests looking brighterAgainst the field of pale blue and white wallsMy breath, fogging up the plastic barrierThe skates felt loose on my feetThe first step
By Jillian Appel6 years ago in Poets