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Elegy for Catie York

By November Brown, Grade 12
Dyed yellow pin curls,
fuchsia lipstick, the only colour you ever
wore,
tattooed eyebrows.
I guess you always wanted them to stop
and stare.
Now here they are,
lining up to see the shell of a bombshell:
an amazing disgrace.
You always said it would be better to
reign in hell,
than be a prisoner in heaven but
I sure hope I don’t get the chance to find
out if you were right. (Above) The Beginning, Natalie Soto, Grade 12, Photography.
I guess you were never the high-class
heaven type anyway.
Anyway,
This is the first time you’re seeing me
cry.
I never learned to cry with style, like you
did,
silently, pearl shaped tears rolling down
your cheeks from
wide, luminous eyes, like some Roy
Litchenson painting,
leaving no streaks or smudges.
I wished I could’ve learned that from
you,
if anything;
then I could have done it in front of
people, instead of
in bathrooms, in darkened movie
theatres,
shrubberies, and empty bedrooms
among
the party coats on the bed.
My mom always said slowing things
down tended to class them up.
I guess that’s why we were such a
whirlwind.
Even when we had too much month at
the end of our money,
you still made me love you and I bought
you things
I couldn’t afford, like my time.
And you took it.
And didn’t say thank you.
And I loved it.
So, I guess, looking at you now, if this is
my only chance to speak to you
again,
and I sure hope it is,
Thank you.
(Above) Euphoric, Christina Pilip, Grade 11, Digital media.