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27 names for tears

She used to be the expert

Now there is only two

One for the despicable ways of man

The other for a dearly departed

Daughter

She is almost dried up

Unsure of her diagnosis

Doctors hover

Listen with broken stethoscopes

Write on paper

Dolls

Fall

Like candy

Cotton fills her head

Murder pushed out

Now she wanders amok

Looking for the pinhole of yellow

To take her to she

Who holds her heart

She is a wraith

A banshee

She wanders without aim

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6 thoughts on “Untitled 1

  1. These are really good. I enjoyed both of the ones that are up so far. This one brought all sorts of pictures to mind.

  2. Beautiful, C! I love the use of words and the imagery and feeling that are in both of the poems and of course, the SP quote. She always reminds me of you πŸ™‚
    Can’t wait to read more. Very, very good! Your best I’ve read so far.

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