Abby Tweed Poems

Ancient symbol-like
An ancient symbol
The golden butterfly
Fades into my bedroom ceiling-
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Your head is hot like bottled sun
Yet your feet are cold in sanded paste
Your face is split in half
Your arms are melting
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Razor Sharp
And dressed like the wind,
You stood before a frigid window,
Gently patting the freckles out of your hair.
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These very words
Are best unsaid;
Revealed, they soon will roam
from head to mouth,
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My melting legs;
My rotten eggs
Ferment in nylon shrouds,
Though once torn loose,
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