You tripped on an enemy scalp,
left littered on the cutting-room tiles
with the rest of the coiling celluloid tripes –
over-exposed, bleached out, blotched –
the stills from a life I don't want.
left littered on the cutting-room tiles
with the rest of the coiling celluloid tripes –
over-exposed, bleached out, blotched –
the stills from a life I don't want.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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