My Private Swing This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   My Private Swing

I swing,
and stare,
into my endless sky;
white innocence moving,
shaping,
cotton blowing;
swinging back and forth,
deep blue inhales me,
then spits me out;
they call,
but why answer;
how can they understand if I don't.

by J. M., Salem, 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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