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Feb 2017
The lies choke me,
constricting my throat with their icy tentacles.
Vines riddled with thorns,
twist and scrape inside my airway.
Blood running down my trachea
pools in my lungs,
Each burbling breath
a disturbing reminder of the webs I've woven.
Melisa Bernards
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Melisa Bernards  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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