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May 16 (Death as an Eel)
by Meghan HelmichI was never afraid of death until it came
sliding out of you.
When I look at you now you are small
and not much of what I remember.
Somewhere you began to fold in.
You pressed our hands together
to see time on our skin,
yours like paper.
It took decades for me to appreciate you
properly. 05/17/2012 Posted on 05/17/2012
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/18/12 at 09:07 PM Lines like the opening one for this make me hope you write a novel someday. You throw the hooks at the reader like so very few. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/25/12 at 05:19 PM I'm with Gabriel on this one. I like all of this. |
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