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

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You glare.
It makes my eyes burn.
I look away.
I still feel your stare upon my skin.
It claws at me,
Like a cat at the door to my soul.
Ripping and forcing through.
You break inside,
Unwelcome.
A burglar in the night.
It makes me sick.
My stomach twists and turns.
In knots,
A roller coaster gone wrong.
Crash.
You pry and judge,
Rip and tear deeper through my heart.
I want to scream,
“Get out!”
But my throat is tight.
Silence.


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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Rulesofmyown said...
May 1, 2010 at 12:26 pm
just by one word, amazing...
 
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