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the ocean is a cradling thing with her
wrists exposed, baring her marble
teeth to the wind (who promises to be
calm but i know better).
me, all brain and much too full of
heart, begging.
i want stillness, the silence
before dreamless sleep, hair arcing for
the blooming springtime – i have left as
i came, unheard and unheard of –
the gentle froth of a great machine that
has swallowed me, whole and alone –
i drive with empty seats and keep the
windows up.

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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