I was going through my notes cramming for a midterm tomorrow, and I found this poem. I figured I could blog it. This was written in a class of 60+ college girls:
So many of you.
Lips in a row waiting to be picked.
Hearts waiting to be pricked
waiting for fire and candles
like a late night vigil
or a Christmas Eve service.
Someone has died and
been reborn--
Been torn
from their mother's chest
and thrown onto the grave
chest of another's.
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