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the scavenger's daughter

by t.e. talbott

By melancholy galaxiesPublished about a year ago 1 min read

i poison roses into shriveled sentiments

i should appreciate while they thrive;

instead, i wonder how anyone could like

a dustheap, a magpie

hoarding detrimental matter

that makes it hard to sleep at night.

i can revamp a warm house into a hellfire

i’m too guilt-ridden to escape.

i can deform a golden heart

into a torture device

with my thumbscrewed-up brain.

i’m the scavenger’s daughter

wrenching herself out of shape,

warping a beautiful person,

or what could be,

into something to hate.

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