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Triad (II)
by Anita MacThere’s this bad taste
in my mouth
from everyone around me:
their stifling love and needs.
I want it to stay,
to remind me
of the you I never knew—
the you
buried inside me.
07/31/2010 Posted on 07/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/01/10 at 09:57 PM Sounds terminal -- T3, 'The exhumation' (?)
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| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/02/10 at 02:13 AM feels very familiar to me... like i've had a similar taste in my mouth before. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/06/10 at 02:13 PM Very strong expression. Short but succinct. I especially like how the first and second stanzas play off of one another. |
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