DG (9/19/1963 / )

Slipped Into Rememering89

her skin was like a pressurized
diving suit.her heart echoes
, testing, one, two, three.testing
, one, two, three.do we have a
connection, or is this women the
walking dead.life she thinks
is like a smorgasbord, always
expanding, and exploring,
tring to get the last word.

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this poem is about my mother....................................she died of cancer...