Flowers in my hair have been laced with iron silk
This that burns is shadowed
By peace and war artwork
Freeing, fleeting... feeling my way into a cage
With burning rods and rage
And still I smile sweetly
This fire burns deep within
I say I wield water,
It’s to cool this burning skin
About the author: Katie Rose is a seventeen year old Junior at Puyallup High School in Washington State and has been writing poetry ever since she discovered Dylan Thomas in the 5th grade. She has been published in 3 anthologies through contests online. While she remains loyal to literature, Katie Rose hopes to one day direct groundbreaking documentaries and raise the number of females who have won an academy award for directing.