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

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   In the corner, behind the bookshelf

Hidden away from my guilty eyes

I try to forget

But she's there

Looming in the cobwebs of my memories, she remains

I know that she is sad because I have forgotten her

I can hear it in her tone

She rattles and shrieks like a rejected child

She begs for me to hold her

All alone for days, months, years

One day she will emerge,

old and tired,

when I am selfishly ready to try again

Her voice will be marred, her body deteriorated

But she will still endure me

and the music will play

My once loved

Violin




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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Jan. 11 at 11:06 am
i love this so much!
 
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