BY: Emma Shattuck, Ionia High School
then it’s grease stained,
then you’re putting the finishing touches on your mistakes-
holding the pen this way you find,
you can’t re-bathe in holy water,
repenting sins to your mother.
I don’t think an unkind person should go to Heaven.
I meant to say, “I’m smart but impulsive,”
making beauty out of the ordinary,
finding the dirt under my fingernails more interesting than my studies.
Using black ink to go over the red letters because you don’t want your momma to think-
you haven’t slowed down-
since the parties,
red eyes pouring over the blue lines,
you’ve made it right back to where you started.
I meant to say, “I’m not finishing but just starting.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Emma is a senior at Ionia High School and works as a writer for school's online newspaper as well as works as an editor for this here magazine. She has also published the poem "Bird Talk" with MIteen Writers.
BY Emma Shattuck, Ionia High School
Think the things that will hurt too much,
too much to be upfront.
Eyes water when you’re embarrassed,
but baby please let me have it.
You’re a lot of talk and I’m a lot of listen,
RIP to my emotions.
I bury them deeper than Cleopatra,
you’ll want to believe that didn’t come from me.
You feel better above me,
that’s why your grip is harder.
You’re the balloon in a house of fantasy,
hit the ceiling.
I’ll pull you back down I’m the string,
tied to your bed,
an illusory attachment.
You don’t think I notice,
white buffalo in your memories,
you don’t think I know this.
I’ll give you wings to take off,
if you just acknowledge that I’m the girl that you love.
Carry me deeper than Antony,
you’ll want me there when I don’t need you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Emma is a senior at Ionia High School and works as a writer for school's online newspaper as well as works as an editor for this here magazine.