Thursday, July 21, 2016

There She Is Comments

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When I go into the garden, there she is.
The specter holds up her arms to show
that her hands are eaten off.
She is silent because of the agony.
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Linda Gregg
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Jessica Bongenhielm 21 July 2016

I so love the ending - the sudden realization that she has to be included

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 July 2016

There blood on her face! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Linda Gregg

Linda Gregg

Suffern, New York
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