Some dreams are dark.
Our windows are closed.
We've secured the locks.
The monsters arose.
We have no way out.
We cut ourselves off.
Our starving hearts shout.
The faeries, they scoff.
Our windows are closed.
We've secured the locks.
The monsters arose.
We have no way out.
We cut ourselves off.
Our starving hearts shout.
The faeries, they scoff.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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