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Children’s story I wrote for school Illustration credit to Sarah Franken

Angel

She can see her house from here. So far off, it seems to hardly exist, Much like how she feels about home Though the two have never coincided

She feels the rough concrete where she sits It's broken in places and dirty; Nobody's allowed up here anyway, They might hurt themselves or something

Nobody looks up at her dangling feet She doesn't blame them, of course She can hardly see them at all And she's always seen so clearly

She stands up and looks around At the highest point that she can see, She feels just like an angel, Her dress flaps in the wind

When she wakes, she will have wings Wings that would have saved her, Were they hers in this life Imagining their soft feathers in her hands,

She falls.

Stay

I scream when I see you, when I hear you When I smell you and I cannot feel you But nobody hears me, because it’s all inside Sometimes you can see the pain, from tide to tide Sometimes you let me in, and there, I salvage Something from the sin that takes away the rage Of the deep, black storm that plagues my life That sets on me a swarm of regret, guilt, strife I am in eternal wait for the few and far between Encounters of our fate that make my heart clean But ignore my scream for now, I can wait until a day When I can again vow to, for two more minutes, stay

jessica pineda

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