Accent Piece This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

October 18, 2015
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Take a tumble from
head to heart;
your curiosity is tripped up
by the subtle rifts in
my language –
the jagged pavement that
makes the road from me
to you
unbearable, like the sound
of a punctured lung
under a beating heart,
still,
I walk the lines in silence;
you have cried enough
for me.
Smoke eats at the corners of my vision;
I can taste
your fear, but
the salt in my mouth
is my own craving,
drying me from the inside
out,
until I am a hand,
full of dust at your uncertain feet.
This love is the gruesome art
of destruction,
and we’re shadow-boxed, you and I,
hung on the wall
reserved for dreams that
do not exist.

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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