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

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   I am cold

like the frosted gray of a winter sky,

cold like the stale cough of a freezer



I freeze

like the water-glaze on a windshield in December,

like the blue-pink toes of a snowbathing child.



I am cold like your smile, chapped and thin,

cold like your laughter, like your pale green stare.

You are an ice-sculpture, my friend;

I am cold when you touch me,

when I close my eyes and feel your fingertips

solid as chilled bone

against my downturned cheek.




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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