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1997: once when she was too young to accept.

she talked to earth stuck

inside her nails;

 

requested them

to grow

magnolias

wherever mother went; 

 

touched winter grass

with wet fingers

and said

quietly

“…at least she’ll be happy”

 

Author notes

prompt: magnolia


and grrr rrr rr to no profanity :/

In a list

A contest entry

writing is a therapy. i am not a writer. i am a liar and a flesh eating monster.

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  • decode
    March 14
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    wow.


  • checkmate
    March 14
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    woah. you are amazing.


  • parachute fog
    March 7
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    the ending portion was the stand out for me,


  • Catie Sheeran gold member
    March 5

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    awesome imagery and metaphor...loved this piece!




  • notorious
    March 2
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    Looove those first 2 lines.


  • charcoal
    March 2
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    she sounds like a poet and a writer.

  • tara wilson gold member
    March 2
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    really wonderful imagery...


  • autarky
    March 2

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    so, i've been fighting with my mother lately
    and i didn't know how to convey exactly what i felt
    until i read this poem.

    thank you for writing this.

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