Twisted.
I watched it snake together,
bound by itself,
chained, at the end,
in a single loop.
Beauty in submission:
a simple braid down my back.
I compare us.
My life, snaked together,
bound by choice itself.
My choice.
Sealed, at the end,
by fate, the point of no return.
Does my life submit to me?
I watched it snake together,
bound by itself,
chained, at the end,
in a single loop.
Beauty in submission:
a simple braid down my back.
I compare us.
My life, snaked together,
bound by choice itself.
My choice.
Sealed, at the end,
by fate, the point of no return.
Does my life submit to me?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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