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Midnight in the Garden of Words

by Donna Dallas

this simple pen
I stick it
into my neck
soak it with blood
siphon words
scrawl onto paper
it stains it’s good
my body is laid out
it dissects
sucks out the birth-thought
forces tongues
in legions the words come
to this lonely mind
walk through my empty head
and fall here at my feet

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