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

By AudreyM, Delaware, OH

The smoke of fireworks
held still in the
streetlamp halo,
the orange illumination
making a London fog
from hooligans' shenanigans.

It was a freeze frame
of some other cosmic time
and place, the stiff
fog hanging as though glued
there in sky. No breeze
to stir it and carry it

The firecrackers crackled
in the background, lit and
exploded – jumping beans
on the asphalt. I watched
these small boys cackle and
duck as though they had thrown
grenades into enemy bunkers.
It was a cruel trick they
played in their heads and
in the blaze of light
from the explosives
I saw their souls
were laughing too.

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