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

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My father shot me in the chest;
blood and minor chords
Graced my vest,
A river deep and pure flowed from my
gentle cotton candy wound –

The words and cries and words limped out;
Sad and laughing
Wounded, sprout
A river dark and true gushed from my
murky secret flower bloom.

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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