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My mother watched me cry, sob, howl. She
seemed relieved, beneath sympathy.
Inside, it was paper heart
blazing, pittering out,
turning white. My face,
ant bites, and you
felt heavy
like ash
trapped.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (9)
I love your nonets!
'Inside, it was paper heart' this one HURT! Man. I've had that paper heart, and felt other people have it with me. I love how much of this one is open to interpretation and just how many different meanings, all tragic, we can glean from this awesome poem!
Oh man this one made me tear up, Mackenzie. It made me think of my grandma, who passed away a few years ago. Really wonderful piece you have here
Such strong sensations and imagery! Really great entry, Mackenzie!
Ah this one hit home for me. After I left my husband and came home to America, all she could do was watch me fall apart and hold onto me as i did. But she was relieved too. Because she knew I had been so so unhappy
Felt this
Gosh darn and other exclamations. Fine work, pal. Fine work. This is just brimming in metaphor and poignancy. Love the last line especially and the image you chose.
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!
Fantastic poetry Mackenzie!!! Great work as always!!!