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

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   Jungle without dirt

and I walk upon

forty nights of steady rain.

Rivers with power to kill

Mothers protecting their own

Thunder loud enough to wake up God

Clouds dark enough to blind a shark.

Winds strong enough to collapse a soul.

My feet are covered with mud,

my head covered with vengeance

and my ears covered with lies.

I leave the jungle.

The rain stops.

The madness stops.

The pain stops.

The jungle is now happy.




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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