Cutting like glass, straight to the bone,
Always bringing pain, pulling me from home,
Left like an island; desolate, alone,
Stinging, like a mace of frosted chrome,
Shot down, like a gun to a bird,
All from the utterance of just one word.
Always bringing pain, pulling me from home,
Left like an island; desolate, alone,
Stinging, like a mace of frosted chrome,
Shot down, like a gun to a bird,
All from the utterance of just one word.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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