last summer you wrapped
your hands around my neck
and we both smiled for
the camera in late july sun
stroking the photo now and
remembering the way you
moved your thumb across my jugular
i see my nail polish is chipping
and i slam your face inside a book.
your hands around my neck
and we both smiled for
the camera in late july sun
stroking the photo now and
remembering the way you
moved your thumb across my jugular
i see my nail polish is chipping
and i slam your face inside a book.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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