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

By
It flushes out your throat
Drowning out the lump of guilt that lodges itself in you
A burning hole in the back of my chest
Eating away at my flesh
Flaking away and blowing to the wind,
The pieces of me that are you
Inhaling and holding your breath
Waiting for the smoke to fill your lungs
Waiting
Waiting for oblivion
You don’t know what you want
You will never know what I want
I want the shimmering night warmed with fire
I want the dishwasher clanking in the morning
I want what I will never have
I push it back
I shake it out of me
Blow it into the water
Laugh it off
Ignore the truth
But it’s there
The need, itching from the inside of my fingertips


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






Join the Discussion

This article has 1 comment. Post your own now!

Lily">This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
yesterday at 12:06 am
i love this so much!
 
Site Feedback