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

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   Bleed Me

hands are warm
cold at heart
broken bond
never part
cold and hard
cross my arm
river flows
cause no harm
arms are cold
body numb
spirit freed
i want some
limp & loose
never fear
painted red
think i hear
my name called
echoes loud
off the wall
aren't you proud?
i can't play
my role no more
show myself
to the door.

by T. F., Rockland, MA


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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