Every time I draw a flower.
Every time I pass up the knife.
She yells at me when she sees the pen marks –
would she rather see scars?
Every little flower is a heartbreak, a misstep.
Better a little flower than a little red line.
Every time I pass up the knife.
She yells at me when she sees the pen marks –
would she rather see scars?
Every little flower is a heartbreak, a misstep.
Better a little flower than a little red line.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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