Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Talks

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Talks that hurt
Talks that bleed.
Words that are blurted out
In hopes of uplifting.

Good news, bad news
They come in pairs.
Delivered to your front door,
A box
Wrapped in a black ribbon.

Pick up the box
And glare in confusion
From side to side
Nobody’s there.

Open the box
You see a black rose
You reach with caution.

Pick up the rose
Turn it half way
You see one half: a black rose.
You see the other: a yellow rose.

You walk back inside and continue your conversation
You stare at the rose and finally:
Connect
Talks are not the only things that come in pairs.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback