Parable This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


And it was
at the dawn of time
the earth spilled its molten blood
mountains rose like wrinkles on its back

And with a hint,a buzz
of both fire and icy rime
life, too, spread out as a flood
and the continents began to crack

Eons passed and then,because
the earth, in a parody of mime
was silent, frommountaintop to mud
we pulled ourselves away, we turned ourbacks

And from a mutual silence, as it often does
a darkignorance arose, began its climb
a sinister bloom spread from its bud
and when we finally raised our heads, all was black




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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