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

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   How many more days

till I can call you mine?

I wait

as the moon hangs in the sky,

a bloated orb that fills my eyes,

a waning splinter in my heart.

And I wait

as the sun burns the east.

The hard stars regard me

with cold detachment,

and mock my solitude

as the Spam rots in its

tamper-proof case.

But where are you,

oh, serpent of my seas?

I die a little more each day without you,

as the sun burns and burns,

and the Spam turns green

with shared despair.




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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