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No, I have never known when to walk
away. I want you to hit me. I want you
to leave me alabaster pale and ink
smeared and

Tattered (there are some things my
father cannot fix)

The phlebotomist had trouble finding my
veins; they are tangled under corroding
sinew. Could you please draw me a bath of
poetry? No bubbles to hide my bruises, no
sugar

scrub to exfoliate, the water is always too
cold – I am left to wonder if you are capable
of even this simple task

Quiet now, as I dissolve to words
I cannot watch the water drain out of
the claw foot tub. Or else, I fear,
I too may slip through

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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Theholethatiswhole said...
Mar. 26, 2013 at 7:53 pm:
This is stunning. The enjambment is flawless, and the word usage is so mature and thought through. All in all, I love it.
 
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