Begrimed | Teen Ink


June 3, 2013
By aylinnnz GOLD, Bronx, New York
aylinnnz GOLD, Bronx, New York
13 articles 3 photos 41 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Maybe no one's really crazy. Everyone is just a little bit mad. How much depends on where you fall in the spectrum. How much depends on how lucky you are." - Joshua Walters

I glanced over. The satin of the pillowcases was streaked with her mascara which had run down from the corners of her almond eyes, down her hollow cheeks, and onto the pillow cushioning her troubled head. There was a dent where her body should’ve been, and the blanket was thrust aside. I wanted to get up. I couldn’t. There was no compelling force. No motivation. No reason. No.
Rays of warm sun came streaming in through the window shades. They lay themselves along the furniture, in strange and bent lines, until they reached my face. There they curved, in warm little stripes, down my forehead, eyes, cheeks, lips, and neck.
She walked into the room, while smoking the last cigarette in his daily pack, puffing out the grayest smoke I’ve ever seen.

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