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The Attic

Rachel Crawford


I stole my way
Along the stair
In the hot and humid air
To see what I could see
I saw my mother hanging
Naked from the beam
“Good for you”
I cried with glee
As I pushed
To watch her swing
But when I touched her body
I woke up from my dream

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