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Eyes Cast Downward- Memoir Excerpt

Originally hand written in July 2015 Late Spring of 2014.  Just Months before liver failure Our eyes are nearly always cast dow...

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Matchstick Boys

My love;
a matchstick
 drenched in tar.

 flickered for a time,
 I know my darling...
I saw
That sad, peculiar heart,
  You ghost of a flame. 

Now pained;
To watch from afar;
This precious, frail, matchstick boy

fading in the dark.

- Mary Catherine, Cowardice queen

1 comment:

  1. I still love that matchstick boy drowning in tar image so, so much


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