Pulling my sleeve to drag me to
deepest desires
Brought me to the train tracks
Our hair flew
The train was close
When it passed, jumped the gate
And ran to a small shallow puddle
Scraped aside the mud
And revealed to me
Deepest desires.
A knotted worn shopping bag
Pulled apart by broken square nails.
Follow your dreams, I thought
As two coal eyes burned bright
And she did
And she's gone.
deepest desires
Brought me to the train tracks
Our hair flew
The train was close
When it passed, jumped the gate
And ran to a small shallow puddle
Scraped aside the mud
And revealed to me
Deepest desires.
A knotted worn shopping bag
Pulled apart by broken square nails.
Follow your dreams, I thought
As two coal eyes burned bright
And she did
And she's gone.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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