June 7, 2009
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Attempting, not for the first time
To peel the paper away and open it up
I cut the top off and felt a dim pride
Radiate from my fingers

But in putting it away
I didn’t know how close
The cold metal was to my hand
And it sliced through my finger

And I bled and swore
And called out her name
But she didn’t hear me, she was asleep
And my finger was blue and red

And the pride was gone
The blood dripping onto the hard marble
Was warm against my cold hand
Sliding down under my fingernail

And I saw her, asleep
She couldn’t hear me calling her name
And after a while when I could better stand the pain
I decided not to bother anymore.

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EleanorRigby This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 22, 2009 at 4:05 pm
hey everyone, i would really like some feedback on my work so please comment and tell me what you think!
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