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I remember
those summer nights
spent capping fireflies
in disposable containers.
we rid them of their wings,
thrust them into jars,
and screwed the lid as tightly as possible
so they could not escape.
we tortured them into submission,
beat them into glowing,
filling empty space.
with each flash,
their lights grew dimmer along
with their heartbeats.
no wonder they call them lightning bugs.

I remember when you took me to the zoo
and I wondered why the caged animals
did not sing
and you answered that it was for the
same reason
my mother left,
and nothing further.

I remember
when I wanted to be a butterfly
for Halloween, aching for days over
catalogues and pixie dust.
you replied no,
the costume was too expensive,
and so you ripped off my wings
and tossed them into the attic to rot.
I was a prisoner instead.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the November 2013 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.




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Jul. 2 at 7:57 pm:
AWWWWWEEEEEE. This is one of the saddest poems I've read in so long. The ending really took my by surprise. The start reminded me of my childhood. I did the same to fireflies. I really like how you said "capping" rather than catching or trapping. Then that second stanza just crushed me. Let's not even begin with that last stanza. Tear-jerker. Really well done throughout the poem. 5/5
 
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