Kiss MAG

January 12, 2012
By Kendra Lider-Johnson BRONZE, Arlington, Massachusetts
Kendra Lider-Johnson BRONZE, Arlington, Massachusetts
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We laughed in the dark
but inside I was silent.
There was not enough light for me to see you
and I saw monsters.
Too many pregnant moments between us
were miscarried. There was no blood.
There was nothing.
Our arms empty of each other.
I atrophy.
Do you see me wither? I die,
and your hands are too soft,
I wasn’t ready.
You play with my heart when you kiss me.
Then you leave the room. Game over.
Better luck next time.
I don’t cry. I refuse to care.
The door is closed and
my eyes are closed.
I am empty. I try to smile, but can’t.
The monsters are under my eyelids.


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