she's all itches and scribbles
in margins grown thin,
an edit of an edit of herself
with nerves hoarding open memories
like torn scraps of paper
left scattered to remind her
of where she used to be
or a silly children's song,
repetitively innocent
at surface and edge
but with a depth where the cuts
run unaligned
like a bad priestess
having coffee at 2 with Eve,
laughing at the inanities
of apples and foolish
days ahead-
wicked with her Tuesday smile
left to glance without expectation
of an unrepentant life
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an edit of an edit of herself
that one line coulda been the entire poem. awesome.
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I have a twin sister, but we look nothing alike.
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Loved it
C
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmm delicious
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Nice.
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excellent
love the last line as it sums so much up
and while I read I kept getting flashes of cut paper dolls
and you know I'm not so sure if forbidden fruit is a sin...for me it's more of a temptation...and hell we all love them
so glad I saw you here
I must catch up as you always make my mind wander
best wishes
peace and hugs
Muddy
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