His skin was rough as bark,
And as I climbed through the coarse reaches
Of his lofty thoughts,
I placed a red, dangling package
Within his hollow chest,
As I moved to leave,
I ruffled a patch of his hair
And kissed his knotted brow,
Then climbed from his embrace,
Leaving him a gift
That would ensure others return.
And as I climbed through the coarse reaches
Of his lofty thoughts,
I placed a red, dangling package
Within his hollow chest,
As I moved to leave,
I ruffled a patch of his hair
And kissed his knotted brow,
Then climbed from his embrace,
Leaving him a gift
That would ensure others return.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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