The Speech This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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at times i
think my throat has
been
overtaken

by rust
and my voice
pours
out

flecked
with orange, harsh and discordant
vocal cords
crusted

over.
it
could be that my
rib cage is imprisoning a
cackling, croaking

bird, a crow or a raven, better
yet,

a
magpie

that steals my
words and hoards them.
i
drown

in my voice

you drown in

my voice.

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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