Broken Binding

July 29, 2013
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After work today
I came home
and took on the couch
I was so tired
And they looked at me, scolding:
You know better than to stay up late
reading novels.

But today
(and every day)
It was only my joints creaking
laughing at the imaginary novel
and wincing at the same time
with the weight of my ribcage
bearing down on its broken binding

How do I explain that?

The one time you notice
how tired I really am
it was not after a night
with 2 a.m. pleading phone calls
anxiety attacks
or crying myself anything and everything but

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Kenzico This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 23, 2014 at 12:53 pm
I'm a fan of awesome last lines. " crying myself anything and everything but asleep. "  
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