To hold you
In pieces, slipping
from my hands
As I clamber about,
catching you as you fall.
Is my promise
to spread out a parachute
and wide arms
Gathering you in
flailing limbs
sewing you together again.
In pieces, slipping
from my hands
As I clamber about,
catching you as you fall.
Is my promise
to spread out a parachute
and wide arms
Gathering you in
flailing limbs
sewing you together again.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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