Unplug the scorching lamp
that is the day
A black sheet of onyx
stretches itself across the sky
Hiding the worn day
bruised purple and orange
Expand into an arm of the creamy couch
Splash down the pipes
With the misty bath water
Bend into the rise and run
Of oiled steps
Let the line where lip meets cleft
Become the edge of truth
For snapdragons
in the yard
This house
is me.
that is the day
A black sheet of onyx
stretches itself across the sky
Hiding the worn day
bruised purple and orange
Expand into an arm of the creamy couch
Splash down the pipes
With the misty bath water
Bend into the rise and run
Of oiled steps
Let the line where lip meets cleft
Become the edge of truth
For snapdragons
in the yard
This house
is me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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Inkspired
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Sara F.
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