Gravel This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Your love is gravel.
rough, uneven,
in varying shades of darkness,
countless places to riddle.

A wanderer –
The loose-jointed meanderer,
with nowhere to be and no one to
see.

From you I am swollen,
scraped and bruised –
But, oh, how the sound of
falling swells in such a lovely shade of blue
in my mind.

Every space in my spine
aching for the crunch of gravel,
yearning for the pebbling
reverberation
of upcoming ground and downfallen limbs.

A request,
wreckless and listless:
Gravel against my bones.

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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