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Mother

Where is she?

By Michael DeNicolaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Reflecting on the time in a mirror made of granite

She pulls at her skin, trying to catch the worms

A shelf of binding, twisting in the dust

Waiting for an owl, a professor lost in time

The mass candle in her window

A burning rose blossoms from its wick

Temptation bleeding out her teeth

Her wedding gown tied around her neck

With a band tugging on her tongue

Her mother's body in the closet

She steals her polished shoes

Scratching at the granite mirror

Bleeding from the knuckles

Warping her imperfections

Painting on a smile.

She leaves for her big day.

sad poetry
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