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What's Left of Me

November 25, 2023
By maxinezahler GOLD, Long Branch, New Jersey
maxinezahler GOLD, Long Branch, New Jersey
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Scrap metal mind

Junkyard limbs and Vaseline

Vase of wilting flowers

Oh, that used to be me


Cheek biting Tuesdays

Clung to you like a flea

Anxiously attached

Yes, that used to be me


How can you tell?

There’s no sign that says “You’ve grown”

I feel it in my fingertips

Way down to my toes


The future’s ripe and waiting

Like an ever-juicy mango 

I sink my teeth to tart

And forget my sour sorrows 


Beach in early August

Letting ocean brush my feet

Reminds of swishing Listerine

Healing is aquamarine 


Blackness drifts downstream

How could I ever be so mean?

One day I simply realized, 

What a bore to be broken at sixteen



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