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

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The air is bitter,

Like betrayal.

And here I sit,

Ready to be hurt

By the world

Because my eyes are not brown enough,

I don't have con-NEC-shuns,

I'm not on a first name basis with

Dan Rather,

Instead of a washboard stomach,

I have Silly Putty,

I'm not a twenty-one-year-old

PLAYWRIGHT.

And you are

The only one

Who can make me

Happy

And you are

The only one

Who can make me

Hurt.

But now that I know

pain,

Will I ever be hurt

again?

I am lying on my back,

Beached whale,

Tears in my eyes,

Begging the sky,

Please don't do this to me

Please don't do this to me

Please don't do.

I wonder,

Here on the bank

of Ell Pond,

If I go in,

Will it be a new womb?

Maybe I won't want

To come back,

Maybe I'll find

The lost continent of

Atlantis

And I'll never return.

"They call it

Ell Pond

Because it's shaped

Like an

L."

I wonder -

Does the "L"

Stand for

"Love?"




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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apurplechick said...
Mar. 31, 2011 at 8:01 am
that was beautiful i feel like im there
 
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