Blue-Gray This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I climbed a mountain
and broke in half
all in the course of a weekend.
I’ve locked myself in the bathroom
cold tile, gray walls
and I’m nit-picking at my problems
like I do with my obsessions
obsessions
hair falling out.
You came crashing like a wave
slamming my body on the rough sand
my nose and mouth are filled with salt
but my eyes are clear
clear as a foggy mirror can be
so I wipe the dew from the bathroom mirror
I turn the knob of the bathroom door
waves keep crashing.
Freedom is in my nose,
my mouth,
my eyes.

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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