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You are beautiful and false
honeyed words
and romantic metaphors.
Your subtle subterfuge
ensnares me in a web of ink
but I always scrape my hands
on cloudy truth.
I am not a red bicycle with wheels crusted over
by the decay of innocence.
You promised me clichés –
wilting white roses
covers untucked by a father’s craggy hand
a cotton-candy sunset
on my thirteenth birthday
dolls that gather dust.
I should be that paper bicycle
should watch my joints corrode
and feel the rain lick my chipped bones
like the tongue of the dog
you told me
is sleeping beneath
the grass.
I deserve something more
than the waiting-room-dull feeling
that filled my stomach
when the waitress
dark-rooted and spider-handed
called me ma’am and
didn’t place a children’s menu
on my barren plate.

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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