she mouthed the answers softly
but kept them to herself.
With her black pen,
she created fake tattoos on her ankle
the ink sinking into her flesh
mixing with her blood that flowed
slowly and silently through her veins.
failed in containing her thoughts
the pages rip themselves out
floating onto the thirsted lawn
her words fading in the rain
running off the paper into the grass.
by K. A., Pepperell, MA
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.