My flesh learned to die
Cradled in his hands.
You see, I was once told
That in order to grow
We must first self-destruct
Beyond the point of recognition.
I was the phoenix
And he was the flame.
Blinded by the ashes,
I relished the fire.
Cradled in his hands.
You see, I was once told
That in order to grow
We must first self-destruct
Beyond the point of recognition.
I was the phoenix
And he was the flame.
Blinded by the ashes,
I relished the fire.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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