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Emma Henderson
Poems
Oct 2014
Truth
Did your mother mourn your first locks
whe she found out the truth
about the thoughts
hidden behind your eyes
as secretive as pressed flowers hidden
in pocket bibles.
-
These leaves you pluck from their bindings,
and roll into cigarettes;
they read ‘Ezekiel’.
-
Your mother
must look at you as a baby
with a two-ton heart
and your mind being
a whirlpool of water;
slightly polluted
but as warm as Sunday’s bath.
-
You’re forever drawing in bathers
that drown in your presence.
-
Being close to you
brings me ever closer
to drowning.
-
And your mother
wants your girls
to come up for air
#love
#confessional
Written by
Emma Henderson
Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)
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