By Margery Hannah
Sep 14, 2022
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by Margery Hannah
I am no good to my mother. I drink
candy-diluted dreams.
Babies across the sea, my gold
spills into the water before
swallowing me.
I am no good to my father. His
eyes I seldom see. They are
like the ocean shallow, washing
away imprinted dreams. He tries
to see into me but scorches beneath
my gaze.
I am unworthy of my mother.
© Margery Hannah 2007-2022. Text and image. All Rights Reserved.
Margery Hannah is a multi-genre writer and the founder and publisher of the online magazine, THE LITERARY PURVEYOR. Every raindrop has a story.
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Margery Hannah is a multi-genre writer and the founder and publisher of the online magazine, THE LITERARY PURVEYOR. Every raindrop has a story.
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