running from
Nightmares
i
trip on my life,
spilling all my jellybeans
redyellowgreenpurplepink ones
and i
fall into the sky
only to find
nothing,
not even
a star or a song
to dance to...
only to find you
hiding behind a noise,
and everything is
OK.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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