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She lays out on the table
White snow - all splayed -
Where her children eat cereal,
Where with warm milk, porridge is made.

With a bread knife,
An incision
Drenching in blood,
Her braids.

"Shoulder to shoulder we'll stay a family,
Eating forever,
With no heads
Of thought.
No waste".

Nourished.
Hidden
Within.

The hell so visible's
Not there.


 
 
 
© 2009 andrew plummer
 
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