September 6, 2010
Hungry, wretched.
We are not beaten,
simply crushed.
We never get dry of pain.
We are fluid and dissolved,
one dripping, soaked, oily mass.
We are

s h a t t e r e d.
Child-like cries lash in the night,





The smile of a friend dances
in a pool of yellow with spiral red streams.
Behind us lay rainy weeks, grey earth.
But we are saved.

at last,
we are saved.

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Healing_Angel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 11, 2010 at 2:32 am
I've read that book. This is a great poem!
Misamandajones replied...
Oct. 13, 2010 at 7:18 pm
Thank you so much!
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