canvas
...I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy
One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency
I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessari...
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Categories:
predecease, 12th grade, anxiety, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Sprinkled
...My husband wants his ashes sprinkled
Right in Central Park.
He’s picked the spot and hopes that I
Find that specific mark.
Of course, I hope I predecease
So someone else will do it.
In that c...
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Categories:
predecease, husband, me,
Form: Rhyme
The Last Resort
...We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a ...
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Categories:
predecease, magic,
Form: Narrative