All the King’s Horses This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 25, 2011
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You, wrapped in bed sheets,
hurtling down concrete staircases
with only the flaking scalp
of fleeting years to seize.

Vulgar love notes they carved
into your brain-shaped box
with fingers muddied
with adultery, gluttony

until you were a shape unknown.
Pouring over you, contorting you;
healthy vesicles stamped
into undoored rooms

disguised as stars.

Where sofas lie beneath plastic
I could never reach you.
But I fold my clean towel around you
as you lie on your soiled bed

and listen for horses,
knowing they couldn’t
put you back together again
as I rock your sweet head.

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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IWillDream54 said...
Sept. 14, 2011 at 5:42 pm
This is absolutely beautiful! I hope someday I can write something this amazing. I love the fact that it doesn't flat out explain what it is about, but strongly hints to it. Also, the words you use are beautiful! Instead of using short and simple words you twist them up in each other. Keep writing!!
yousaypotato... said...
Jul. 14, 2011 at 2:19 pm
wow. that is legit he best poem i've seen on here! i cant believe no one else posted!!! its amazing. hauntingly beautiful.
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