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EMBRACE I skulk in the shadows, My dark hungers yearning To flee to the gallows Of unnatural burning. My teeth, sharp and dripping, Cut lips used to bleeding And the lives I've been sipping Submit to my needing. In memories I live, In warm water, soothing, As gentle hands give My hair a soft smoothing. A green china pitcher Cascades a clear fall Of love, closer, richer, Enveloping and tall. The fencing around me Gives way as I feed; My mind tries to be The one voice I will heed. It tells me I'm missing The life I don't want; I answer by kissing The concrete I haunt. Better to swallow The blood and the gravel Than pathetically follow Behind judgment's gavel. But the hands of my grandmother Stay on me still, And the love of another, Though fading, feels real. |
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I have published this poem online at Poetsquill.com and Poemkingdom.com, under my penname of Duanna McCarthy.
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