Dark Days This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   In the lab smelling of chemicals,

Where the dirty windows block the light,

Bottles and test tubes line the shelves,

She's overworked and used,

And knows it.

Smearing something on a blood pad,

Devoted and at the same time,

Feeling like she doesn't count,

Knowing that she's helping people,

But not really believing it.

Waiting for the day to end,

like a bat waits for night,

Not looking forward to tomorrow.


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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