there was that one
overwhelming moment
the world exploding fuchsia
and sunshine,
the lines of the map
becoming crisper,
clearer –
fresher.
but now that beautiful peak
weighs cracks
down my back
and still through my sweat
and in the light of the moon,
i cannot remember the divisions
of my map.
overwhelming moment
the world exploding fuchsia
and sunshine,
the lines of the map
becoming crisper,
clearer –
fresher.
but now that beautiful peak
weighs cracks
down my back
and still through my sweat
and in the light of the moon,
i cannot remember the divisions
of my map.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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