Marble | Teen Ink


March 14, 2014
By TheGianaJinx GOLD, Congers, New York
TheGianaJinx GOLD, Congers, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Things are getting too spicy for the pepper."

There were sobs.
Deafening sobs,
and louder,
that didn’t cease.
The door was calling me,
it said
“Come closer,
you know you want
to see.”-
But I didn’t
want to see,
because the sobs
got louder.
I looked down
at the candy bowl
and it said
“Take a piece and
ease your mind.”,
but I couldn’t
take a piece
and ease my mind,
because the sobs quieted,
and I wanted to see.
That door pulled me
by my arm
into the dull room
with endless chairs,
and in the front of that room
was what I wanted
to see.
I walked up to the front of the room
and my heart
felt empty.
I said, “Is it warm?”,
and the man said
“No, it is cold.”,
so I touched the skin.
It was smooth and hard,
but stole the warmth
from the tips of my fingers.
I recoiled
in an instant.
I thought, why,
why would I do that,
why would I touch that,
why am I here?
Why would I touch a corpse?
But I touched it
because of compulsion,
and because it was the last time
I would ever touch the cold marble
that was my mother’s skin.

The author's comments:
January 8, 1968 to November 29, 2013. I miss you, Mom.

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