predict my future, by Mary Magdalene Subscribe to rss feed for Mary Magdalene

she counted her blessings every time
she saw that scar running down
her leg
the blood veins beside it
exciting
and inviting
she stopped eating
and talking
stopped walking and all
sits motionless in bed
staring at the scar running down
her leg
my voice in a box
that is locked
i've been shot
and i miss what i've never tasted
i long to escape
the uneasiness and
the vague
it's my leg
and my scars
beautiful and far
Posted: 2008-11-24 00:49:20 UTC

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2009-01-06 17:44:02Tyler Cedric Golden
hmmmmm very interesting poem but nonetheless good and also relative from a certain point of view...i liked this poem very much and in a sort of similarity if you want c what you think about my poem (Concept of Hell)but indeed a very good poem...