Clustered on the surface
Maintained with care
By the gardeners of the Department of Teen Hormones
The Dead Skin Cell Corporation
And the Sweat and Sebum Conglomerate
Blooming freely
Cowering in trepidation
Of the perilous Benzoyl Peroxide Marauders
That would annihilate them
Shrivel them into dying buds
Infinitesimal specks of scarlet
Or untamed, excruciating scars
Etched endlessly across the Fields of Your Face
Ugh.
Mom, where's the Foundation?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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