Sand Spur This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I felt like I was caught like a fish
On a line, as the undertow
Slowly tugged at my legs,
Pulling me toward the pier.
I remember the summers,
Running barefoot through the
Sand, feeling the burning sun
Bear down on me as I plunged
Under the current.
Seeking shade under tall palm
Trees, stepping on sand spurs. I look
Now for those memories as I looked for
Sharks' teeth in the gravel driveway.
In recent summers, I've only
Felt myself longing to return. My
August now is consumed with worry,
My June with regret.



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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