Knowing Nothing of This ’Til Then This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

January 28, 2009
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I was younger then, but only by months.
Curiosity settled unbearably throughout my limbs
And I waited
Patiently for you to carry yourself down wooden stairs
Rightleftright – my ear against olive-colored carpet
To make sure that coast was clear
Hands resting on hinge of drawer and pulling
I reached inside, ransacked and shifted through its contents
And uncovered your thoughts in journal form (success)
I remembered then how embarrassment
Burnt my cheeks red
Everything you said when you found the
Monster I had hidden in the sheets beneath my bed
And I recalled your tears
The shape your body took, fetally curled
With your knees against your chest
You wept endlessly.
Fearing flood or revenge
I tossed and turned that night, grasping the fact
That I had failed you and again –
When I opened that leather cover and divulged
Your evenly spaced print to my eyes and that entry
I had watched you record on blue printed lines
Night prior, before dark, before saying
“Sharpen this, please!” in an angry tone
From across the hall and again –
With a clean-cut graphite tip you wrote
“October twenty-second …”
In the uppermost corner and proceeded with
“My Journal, I have never felt so alone …”

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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goofy gober said...
Jan. 29, 2009 at 10:36 pm
I really adore this. Your work is amazing. I know some people at my school who feel that way and don't know what to do.
LaLa16 said...
Feb. 10, 2009 at 10:01 pm
Wow.your piece is amazing it reminds me of how I used to feel.
browneyedbeautie said...
Jan. 29, 2009 at 12:43 pm
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Feb. 25, 2009 at 8:59 pm
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