A Long Kiss Goodbye This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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To quell fear, I whisper, “Ti amo.”
Those words that mean I love you dashed about like snowflakes
crystal in places, aqua in others
yet with the same meaning, no matter the tongue.
Not sleep, but anesthetic.
Not death, but “The Long Kiss Goodnight”
playing endlessly around in my head.
The slouch of gray hair and leather-worn skin,
tough as her sprit. Consistent. Determined.
“Mommy?” Caitlin asks. “Are we going to die?”
Samantha turns, smiles.
“No, baby,” she says, all confidence. “They are."

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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