Rapture | Teen Ink


July 16, 2022
By AlexLin711 PLATINUM, Bristol, Connecticut
AlexLin711 PLATINUM, Bristol, Connecticut
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Beware of that scarlet shroom

with the white spotted hat, you said

when I already swallowed,

blooming my head in a

tot-t-toxic reality. It hurts

to breathe, I must be waiting

for oxygen before you lay me down by

my babbling senses.

Mother, why is your face so green?

I am no longer your mayfly. My favorite

phantoms are taking me

to the turquoise sky when the world's omens break

from a huddle, liars afloat

growl at me and truths bend down,

rustling at my downfall.

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