Existential Crises This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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Amidst the obnoxious crunching of Frito-Lays
threatening to submerge my thoughts in a pool of
saturated vegetable grease, I contemplate the futility of existence.
Yet fearful of becoming, God forbid, yet another everyday
run of the mill nihilist, I grab for a particularly promising
firefly of hope, only to discover that all 110 pounds of me
is perhaps 109.999 too many for it to bear.
And since dieting until I become shrinking to a .0001-pound speck
doesn't appear to be an all too viable option,
I let go before I drag the innocent little creature
down with me. Too late I realize
the last light of hope in the world is already nothing more
than an indistinguishable bug intestine mush
smushed squarely into the palm
of my tightly clenched fist.


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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