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the mud forms its mouth
into a platoon of puckered lips
and sucks away my death
from the bottom of my feet.
In the crevice of my ankles,
it reclines, purring –
I have domesticated it.
It creeps up my calves,
my knees,
its belly is my skirt.

It wraps its arms around my hips,
lays its cheek against my stomach
as a child does;
hands on my back,
as a spell.
Its fingers invite my hair
to live in my neck.
I bend, it knights me,
touching my shoulders,
blessing me.
I rest my chin on its breastbone

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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xAllegria said...
Mar. 1, 2010 at 6:46 am:
Wow... this is really good! The only thing that bothered me is you seem to ignore capital letters at one point then insert them the next. Somehow, I felt the poem ooze around me when I read this. Good job.
 
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resilva This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 12, 2009 at 2:32 pm:
Hey guys, I'm new to this site. I'd appreciate some feedback on this poem if you get the chance. Thanks!
 
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