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Prodigiously confused

June 8, 2016
By ireneadler GOLD, Confluence, Pennsylvania
ireneadler GOLD, Confluence, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Books? Fine... But only in December's
Winter-grey days. The garden, gray...
The window, grey. Outside, a howling day.
Inside, the warmth of glowing embers.

-Sabine Sicaud (collection of poetry)


She braided her nuclear hair back
tight
after she has woken up and smiled at him.
She was prodigiously happy, but
she was more sorrowful
than they would ever know
That made her tear her hair,
leaking reactants into the unstable
environment like
water drip
dripping
from the leaky tap.
That noise drove her to insanity.
drip
drip
one two
three they
drip
drip d r i pd r i p d ri p Dr i P d R I P
she
felt the nuclear waste
run from her eyes
d
r
I
p
P
i
n
G tears, running down hollow cheeks,
but she was the
happiest girl
in the world—her tears were
rose-tinted glasses    but
     no one knew



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