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Beth Dougherty Poem
Useless bodies
They roll around aimlessly
Ram into anything they can destroy
Their own pleasure.
Their own entertainment
It's all about them,
Let them live.
Copyright © Beth Dougherty | Year Posted 2025
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There’s tar on the floor,
Two, or three, or five, or more,
Don’t know why I’m counting, there’s nothing in store.
Sticky and dark, there’s nothing to read
You don’t rid of it, it will only breed.
Strong, loud, conscious
Living, living, living.
Copyright © Beth Dougherty | Year Posted 2025
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A fraction of home,
Can she come to me? See?
Ignore the useless bodies,
They can’t have what’s mine.
Can’t even tell what’s a lie,
What is living? (Living, living, living.)
Why do you come back?
Dread is all it is,
It can’t hurt me, but my home SUFFERS
My hands are gross, coincide with my arm,
One is insecurity, the other is selfish.
Do you drag? Do you wait?
Why do you stall?
Copyright © Beth Dougherty | Year Posted 2025
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See’s clouds are beautiful,
Rolling, unique, and soft,
Her rain is toxic,
Poison leaving a dark matter on your forehead.
See’s mouth is sharp,
Destructive and kills the clouds,
Kills what once was beautiful.
Hope lives in the cracked mirror,
The one her father hadn’t loved,
Fill the cracks, let it scar,
But the clouds will roll beautifully again.
Copyright © Beth Dougherty | Year Posted 2025
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Body rejects itself,
Bone-dry and like a furnace,
It burns alive, kill
It is sand, dead
Dig two graves,
Refuse to rot,
This isn’t revenge.
Hate the body,
It’s nothing but problematic.
One ear open,
Stay somewhat conscious.
Maggots crawl in the body, tearing under the skin,
Refuse to rot, feel it inside-out.
Fling a rope,
It will not reach,
YOUR BODY isn’t strong enough.
Copyright © Beth Dougherty | Year Posted 2025
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