Challenge
Teenage angst. Admit it, we've all been there haha. Share your most angst filled poem from those dramatic teenage years, or, you could write a new one from a teenagers point of view.
Fiction—The ink on his arms
[Wrote this my senior year in high school. I was kind of an emotional mess.]
As he showered from another day,
the ink on his arms was washed away.
It'd been left by friends with ecstatic pens
who in excitement had been carried away.
One wouldn’t rub off no matter how much he scrubbed,
drawn by a girl whom he had once loved.