asad face
with rosy lips
that reek
of too much booze
a dawn ofsand
a dusk of stone
a sky of iron
a field of ash
a tree offire
that bleeds in
a typhoon
of crimson blood
a star of earth
amine of glass
a whip of paper
a ball of yarn
a glint of hope
with nopurpose
other than to elude truth
oh but ignorance is bliss
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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