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

By lotaslena, Orange, TX

a bubble beneath the skin, banal bug
broken, misplaced
a name on a card, blowing in the wind
we arrived together, a crossroads of sorts
a bruise, we boil softly
capillaries burst
we touch lips, a fire ignites
the forest burns steadily, why isn't it hot?
jaundiced heart, shrivel away
love, name forgotten, blowing away in
the wind.
inhibition lacks staying power and
our mouths become swollen with hatefulness
what have you done? what have you done?
little bug, crawl away, fly toward the sun
you'll never make it, love
you'll never make it



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