The Girl in French 2B This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

February 1, 2016
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In November,
she passed out smiles
like king-­sized candy bars
on Halloween. 
Her eyes sparkled
with the luster of a million diamonds and a hint
of shooting stars.
Her nose crinkled. In February,
her lips cracked,
the crystals in her eyes grew heavy and her eyes bled with albicant shards
of despair. She passed out smiles
like ten dollar bills
on the streets of Manhattan. In April, she wore her clothes inside out and forgot names like the words your aunt clattered into your ear
when you were half-­listening about school and boys and grades
and what the weather was like in sunny
San Francisco. Her lips peeled
and the golden tulips in her eyes wilted. 
The molten petals trailed behind her
like shining drops
that storms rain upon. She passed out smiles
like free cars on the side of the road. In June,
her lips turned blue
and her breath turned still and the garden in
her heart wilted into handwritten notes and
she became just like the rest of us. She couldn’t pass out smiles
with her heart gone and her chest rotting

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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Leigh116This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 7, 2016 at 12:31 pm
Your poem is so full of feelings. I love how it starts off all happy but slowly gets sadder. I would love to know what your inspiration was for it.
 
LadyDemiseThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 9, 2016 at 12:37 am
I struggle with depression so the inspiration was kind of how I was feeling at the time. This happens to be a really old poem though, I wrote it last year.
 
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