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11/17/11
by Meghan HelmichI was born with sense
enough to shatter the dreams
of even the most forgiving lovers.
Just a piecemeal woman
made of the ambitions, hopes, fears,
and imminent deaths
that belonged to unsuspecting faces,
now empty torsos and horrible
reaching hands. 11/18/2011 Posted on 11/18/2011
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 11/19/11 at 02:16 AM oh lordy, i love you. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/20/11 at 01:43 PM I'm kind of overwhelmed by your prodigious output -- most days I find it difficult to speak, let alone write anything so lusciously macabre as this... |
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