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

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   Why do you always win?

I pull one way

You pull the other.

And the rope frays.

My hands are burned from outside in.

But no matter how much my feet are anchored

And no matter how hard I will my arms to hold strong

You win.

The shiny, prized ribbon slides to your side.

And I fall into the mud.

Now you have not only the ribbon

And the rope

But me

On your side

Filthy

And crying.




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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