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

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The fountain shrugs his massive white shoulders
Ceaseless tremors ripple across his body
In frothy waves
He lets loose a roaring, gurgling mass of water into a stone basin
Shuddering with the cold
Forever trying to shake off the frigid waves in vain
Wrinkling and shriveling downward
In the same endless pattern of self-destruction
His body trembles violently and swells in all directions
Sickly pale and ashen-faced
A surging mass of foaming ivory
He undulates in a series of pain jerks
Toward the cold marble floor of his prison
The never-ending circle of his cursed life
The fountain is born of an icy womb beneath the earth
Released into this world for a fraction of a second in which he babbles and writhes
Fighting death, and clinging to life with frosty fingers
Before he is plunged back into the musty earth once more
Tortured with a fleeting existence
To be reborn once more from the sodden wreckage

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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love_obssesed said...
Dec. 1, 2016 at 10:23 am
wow. i am speechless. this is amazing. chills.
 
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