My Sweet Blood This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

I was diagnosed at age eight.
The same day my childhood ended.
Ten shots each day.
I became insulin dependent.
I was trapped inside an invisible box.
No one could hear my helpless breathing.
A golden blade sliced the poisoned lock.
A fire had me freezing.
“Are you sure you can eat that?”
“With all its sugar on top?”
“With its crust so sweet?”
That something … They think I can’t eat?
A machine connects to my side.
Blue veins of a swallowed chain.
A gentle breeze send shores of lies.
If only you knew the shadowed pain.
“Have you checked your blood?”
“When will it happen?”
Numbers have blackened.
I think I can manage.
The bullet holes in my finger burn.
A hollowed tree in season.
An evil hidden in your eyes.
A compass with secret meanings.
“Are you sure you can do that?”
They’re diminishing my human capabilities.
I will not surrender.
I don’t have a limited ability.
The blue bruises are covered by the sleeves of my shirt.
My sweet blood is only killing.
A blank canvas of artificial distort.
A battle with no finishing.
The wires deployed by false imprisonment.
A smiling arena of imminent violence.
Everyone’s equivalent diminishes.
Everyone falls silent.

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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CharleyHeelis said...
Feb. 10, 2016 at 6:02 pm
Wow.Just wow. I have no words but wow.
 
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Feb. 13, 2016 at 7:37 am
Thanks, means a lot. :)
 
CharleyHeelis replied...
Feb. 14, 2016 at 2:23 pm
You're welcome! Xo
 
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