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A dying princess;
Beads scattered upon a card table
Dribbled on the floor,
Like a Salvador Dali painting;
Floral print frock
Falls to my ankles;
The clock strikes half past twelve.
Lint eternally ground into the carpet,
No dirt devil.
Read ancient food, “ poetry’’
Passing thoughts of self- harm:
No afterlife?
Mother is gone.
I was not allowed to cry.
Passing thoughts of self- harm;
Burning in Hell,
Afterlife.
Dirty, stained carpet,
Tablecloth, paper towel,
Rectangular container of Seroquel salad.
Lime juice, sour soy milk
Sits upon the counter.
No cats allowed.
Box with doors.
I am in a box on the second shelf.
Light flickers.
Passing thoughts of self- harm:
Its getting late,
I am not in bed-
God, rescue me.
Claudia Krizay
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