Considering Anna (On Suicide Hold) This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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Yellow cotton drapes you
in your hesitant stride
from bed to yawning window.
Shaky hands press
the iced glass.
Heat spills from your palms
in foggy puddles
to frame the tiny print
of your hands on a
sweaty window.
Past the pale blue curtains,
behind the layered walls,
this scene erodes your vision
as you look upon it for the millionth time.
Long, winding gravel streets ...
little gray and blue and white houses
roll and bounce, like scattered dice,
across suburban forests of
baby apple trees.
Tiny brown mailboxes
sprout at the tips of
vacant driveways.
Sidewalks are bleak and chalkless.
6:22 a.m.
Sunrise crawls out
from beneath an ebony horizon.
Skies are smudged crayola-orange.
And you breathe,
for the first time,
until you've no more room
to inhale.
And you suck in that world.
You memorize the smoldering night
and tuck it deep within
your eyes,
and when you cry
I tremble with such a feeling
as life gave you.

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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AllSoPlayfulWhenYouDemonize said...
May 11, 2015 at 12:42 pm
I love this. You've got talent(:
 
emilysbreakfast said...
Dec. 20, 2009 at 1:40 pm
the meter is very good, as well as the descriptions. i like it a lot
 
Vylet.Mxoxoxo said...
Dec. 20, 2009 at 6:01 am
This is like wow, it's really good, your vocab everything. keep writing. (Y)
 
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