Here is a poem for the book Tantalize by Cynthia Leitich Smith. The poem's POV is Quincie Morris's. Please review:)
Were will I be when he leaves?
Surely a stake will kill me quick.
Or will I remain loathing for him?
What if I curl up into a ball? Will I disappear?
Why do our worlds have to be so different?
We are like the sun and the moon.
But when he leaves, unlike the sun and the moon we'll never interact again.
My world will only be dark.
For the light will have left.
And like a world with no sun I will perish.