The book’s spine
bends--
not with wear,
but with the touch
of devotion.

Pages rustle,
caught
in the breath of
the air conditioner,
a whisper of
vanilla, curling
through the air.

She sinks--

deep
into the cushions,
eyes     drifting,
left to right,
left to right,
as blurry snowflakes
tickle the
windowpane.

With every word--
a world
unfolds,
brick
by
brick.

And then,

         she
                   turns
                                       the page.

Writer's Statement: My love for reading inspired me to write these poems. A love for mythology and the supernatural sprung forth, and this love has shown through my poems. The unknown truly interests me and I hope to share that feeling with others.