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February 12, 2015
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as the squares charred,
lying to my eyes that their
matter was disintegrating, salted
droplets eroded streams of
regret that deepened my dusk
and dulled my blaze.

but it’s somewhat amusing
isn’t it, that my own fleshy
urn holds no shape as
symmetrically sound as the squares
that charred and lied.

call out my name; let my ashes be the
penultimate vibrations that echo as
the squares squares squares grasped twigs
and tufts of amphibological
debris, beckoning my
eyes to glow ablaze.

while the wisps of smoke
escape the dancing radiance that
crackled and
cackled as the memories i was
too burnt out to memorize
decomposed knowingly, deceiving my
orbs that will
indeed always forget the
silently sleeping squares.

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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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 17, 2015 at 6:47 pm
As big as your words were, they flowed effortlessly together, spilling off the tongue to lips without jumbling into each other. Your images are fresh and nostalgic all at once. I love the thought of Polaroid pictures: they're candid and raw. You can't Photoshop or filter them. Once the image is taken, it's forever. And that's how your poem is. It's raw and emotional, candid and real. It'll haunt you all and night. 5/5
 
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