I am
Erased.
My image
A faint working
Of sketch marks
Across azure-lined pages.
I am
Replaced.
My memory
A faint lineage
In the traces
Of a time once known.
I am
Myth.
My history
Is merely the existence
Of the stories I tell
To make believe I exist.
Erased.
My image
A faint working
Of sketch marks
Across azure-lined pages.
I am
Replaced.
My memory
A faint lineage
In the traces
Of a time once known.
I am
Myth.
My history
Is merely the existence
Of the stories I tell
To make believe I exist.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Underestimated
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