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

Bouts of retching laughter, he shouldn't have gone there
Why eat? My appetite is forfeit
Warning: “Pasco, leave, save your poor innocence”
An annoyed reply: “It's already been sacrificed”
Satisfied by a response,
I don't want to face the frown of my disappointed Better Judgment, and
Hoping to have my stomach churned once more,
I turn back into the twisted world of teenage humor

He's using his hands now,
The image is tattooed on my frontal lobe.
Why we chose lunch, I will never know
Weaving profanity like Arachne on the loom
“Did you hear what he just said?”
Before long we too might grow the fangs,
Stories to spiders turned against us,
Yet unheard by the public,
It was worth it.

Lunch goes untouched
But some are made of stronger stuff
This is our time, not to be wasted
Newcomers be warned, you seem a little confused
“I thought we were friends, why can't I sit here?”
You're not ready for Lunch
You might go hungry.

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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