melissa mundy Biography

I am the dream that dfid not die
ravaged child of love denied
witness to a history that no longer matters
the face in the mirror times hand has shattered
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Life speaks softly
in between the silent spaces
left by the husband
who no longer hears you.
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You came to me again last night
through a dream no one can steal.
I reached for you
with arms of lead
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In the endless nights
that follow her death,
I gather my trash bags
and swing them like a weapon
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I Am Your Child

My eyes blaze a hole
into what is left of your soul.
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