Black ball, like a bomb dropped
On my tank-top cloaked back–
drop down to the ground. Up
through my firm-planted legs.
Breath caught, but I can’t stop.
Two and one more, and the black ball
hits the cold floor, like a bomb dropped.

Clear and cool drink, though my sweat stinks,
and my word’s worlds sink in thought mire–
all my black thoughts burn like bombs dropped.


About Jason Zimmerman

Jason Zimmerman is a 16-year-old passionate about serving God through writing and drama and loves embarking in strong God-honoring relationships with other believers. He is currently working on a young adult novel entitled Thrush Call. He is also part of a Christian dance studio. One of his all-time favorite books is The Giver by Lois Lowry, but he’s always open to new reading possibilities. He aims to obey God with his whole heart and can’t wait for all things to be made new when Christ returns.
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