A weathered white dress, wrenched from a safe cocoon
Hung, glistening, on the wall.
The vibrant ivory echoes his mockery.
He knows.
The tear in the seam
The tear in our delusion
Nights when he never came home
He laughs
A sick show of gloomy bliss
and soothing distress.
A fabric of faded fear.
He’s home
Hung, glistening, on the wall.
The vibrant ivory echoes his mockery.
He knows.
The tear in the seam
The tear in our delusion
Nights when he never came home
He laughs
A sick show of gloomy bliss
and soothing distress.
A fabric of faded fear.
He’s home
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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