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   I sit, caged in an auto-da-f".

The raging fires glaze from her skinny corpse.

The mop of death-black hair

Covering her pruned Hecatic face.

Those squinting eyes,

And the smirk

Make me shudder.

That nose, like a vulture seeking out foul smells

Then discloses all discoveries to that

Hairy man from Hell.

As she sweeps past,

I feel the scorching heat of her presence

And wonder,

English teacher or Satan?

You be the judge.






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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