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

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   I cleaned out my attic today -

The rain, the snow, the pain,

It was driving me insane.



So I cleaned my attic

Emptied it of everything

Because nothing belonged there -



In the first place -



I must have filled two hundred and forty

Bags of nothing but

My attic -



My cold and lonely place -



Where nothing belonged,

A meaningless void.

Now it is gone



Leaving only

Two hundred and forty

Trash bags of my life



To litter the front lawn.




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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