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Below the Surface

Even in dreams, I wanted to die. Even in sleep I had managed to rip bandages away revealing where I had sliced open my skin, and where the doctors had attempted to sow it together to mend the rend. They were looking in the wrong places if they were looking for something broken or torn apart. These doctors had it all wrong fixing bodies did not mean you fixed what lay below the surface.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/15/2009 10:14:00 AM
Thank you for writing and sharing your poetry with us Madison. I must say it was enjoyable reading for me today. Thank you. Love, Carol
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