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

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   Her face is tilted to the falling snow,
Crystals on her lashes.
Her armsand legs are spread apart,
She's sleeping like an angel.

And I wonderhow it must have felt,
To look up to her death,
A maze of flakes and topsof trees,
They're coming down for you.

Just the earth, and her,
Thatdense nothing of a winter night.
She offered,
Gave herself back...

Lulled to slumber by the elements,
Returning to mother'swomb.


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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