Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Miscalculations

They told me
that a snake can shed its
skin like the sky
can shed its stars.
They never told me
this magic is wasted on
someone that sleeps on
coffee stains and calligraphy.

Here I am —
still clawing away,
searching underneath for
something pure.
A perhaps truth
that I misplaced.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback