The Clay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   I hold the clay in my hands

It is warm, warmer than my hands.

Its feelings seep out.

I can feel fur

and paws

and tiny

shiny claws

and teeth

But mostly mischief.

A tiny heart beats rapidly

It struggles to get free

I mold as fast as I can,

before I lose the chipmunk's soul

Rich red, black and white streaks, claws, teeth.

The mischief disappears into a hole

to be hardened by fire.




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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ElisaTheDuckThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 30, 2013 at 3:12 pm
Very nicely written, full of description and imagery.
 
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