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A volatile breath blows in from the West
It should have been a sufficient warning
But we feign ignorance
We knew the whole damn time
We just wandered until the road ran out
All the while making joyous sounds
Depicting our terrible situation
We can just roll down a hill
To forget everything we hate
But it doesn't work like it used to
We remember it all
Every diamond we tried to retrieve from
the fireplace
Only to be burned by the coals
Every rotten tooth we tried to pull
Only to break our jaws

One voice is dubbed over another
And another yet
Until nothing can be deciphered
Not a word from the mass of throats
Calling out our names
And, tell me please,
How many more fishermen will it take
To rid ourselves of this horrid stench
Yes, I know, 'tis a stupid inquiry
For it is nearly impossible this time of year

Maybe in a month or so we can leave
this place
Make a great escape
But when the time comes
We just sit in the back seat
No idea where to go

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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