It’s Made of Cheese This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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A single white orb on an infinite canvas
of Darkness.
To the human eye its size dwarfs the speckling
of an unknown number of stars,
Its greatness isolating it from its celestial counterparts.
Untouched for millions of years by
the inhabitants of the Mass it orbits.
Carved into its surface by unknown sculptors,
lay their crater creations.
The difference between a perfect circle and
a slender crescent figure is days.
Drawing upon the sun's rays, on earth's night, to make itself clear
and not so lonely.

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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