A Turtle-Shaped Box This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I had a dream the other day
That you’d driven me to madness –
Obviously I couldn’t tell it was a dream –
I dreamt that, in frustration and despair,
I pulled the broken heart from my chest
Half of it I sautéed with mushrooms,
Garnished with asparagus
And partook of my own Last Supper.
The other half I UPS’d to you,
Its former owner.
I admit
(you always know when I’m lying anyway),
A small piece I saved,
To appease the sniveling, sentimental moron
Inside me who still hopes you’ll come back,
And I put that piece in a turtle-shaped box
On my chest-of-drawers.
This was symbolic –
Some people used to believe that
The Earth was held up by a great turtle –
You were my world … but not anymore.

I woke up with a strange feeling of pleasure
But I was just as miserable as when
I had brushed my teeth and gotten into bed the night before.
I wished my dream was real –
You can’t live without a heart,
It’s very similar to trying to
Live without you.
I wish I was an ostrich so
I could bury my head in the ground.

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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