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

January 5, 2015
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Heavy drops of salty tears, staining raw flesh
as a gentle breeze ran across goosebump-sprinkled skin.
Echoes of silence played as a small light shone on my head,
inside a home that hugged me to its chest
A foot placed on a damp board, wondering where I will go

A white van designated for bad children,
a caring homeless with soup to share.
Only I didn’t want soup
I didn’t want to be engulfed by darkness only to lead me to death
No longer did I want my cold foot upon damp wood,
as I shut a heavy door leading to an familiar but unknown world,
the soft hums of the house never ceasing

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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