Gracie Michard Poems

at my funeral,
my obituary is etched into my body
tales of my life transcribed on my skin
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When we think of a villain,
we think of the manifestation of evil.

When we think of a villain,
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I always saw myself as
some sort of chronic liar,
Some sort of great pretender,
a person with a mask That
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I am neither a witch
nor a queen nor a wolf.
I do not have blood
trickling down my chin
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It does not matter how much
You try and love someone.
You cannot make them stay.
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i remember my mother telling me that my grandfather became an angel.

she did not mention the burning agony involved.
how you can feel you shoulder blades break
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i.

Who was the person who hurt me-
Who broke me and tore me apart,
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