From the black thundercloud
blood drips instead of rain
My breath gets caught in my ribcage
on Fridays
I thought this was a Revolution
It's just another war.
blood drips instead of rain
My breath gets caught in my ribcage
on Fridays
I thought this was a Revolution
It's just another war.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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