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You promised you would take me to that movie on Friday,
And help me move into my dorm,
And interview the boy I bring home for Thanksgiving,
And be right by my side for my wedding,
You told me it was gone; that you were going to be fine.
But now I'm collapsed in this waiting room,
Holding my breath every time a white coat patters by.
Fingers crossed and knuckles white,
A crater erupts in my stomach
As the white coat approaches.
My mind races and desperation strikes.
A dark abyss clouds my once hopeful vision.
He opens his mouth,
And my cheeks wet with salty tears.
The staccato words pierce the air.
I see his lips moving,
But I hear nothing.
I inhale deeply,
But am left breathless.
It can't be true.

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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harrykaps said...
Jan. 31 at 6:23 pm:
The tension you create in this poem is very intense and very real.  I really enjoyed your structure and your style!
 
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