To July, This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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    Your salty tears drip down my cheeks,

Heat inflames my face.

You make my flesh flush and my head throb.

I stare in your direction,

My eyes see crimson and my skin is seared scarlet.

I seek relief from you

In large pools of water

And beneath the willow's arms I hide.



Yet some welcome you.

They call you forth with fireworks and lemonade.

They celebrate you with parades of reds, whites, and blues.



Yet I still fear your hand on my shoulder.

You have burnt my skin.

You will wrinkle my face.

You scar my body.




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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