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

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   In the

bleeding sky, a

slicing moon rises up

over the bandaging clouds. I

feel them



enter

my bruised body.

The night will heal me if

I bring it all inside my lungs.

And if



I move

at all, my ribs

will tear through my skin. It

is stretched so far because to hold

the whole



night sky,

I must be a

tight container. As the

dark hours fix my broken life,

I will



win back

the beautiful

love I have since lost. She

will return to my arms where she

belongs.




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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