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Childhood cracked

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The doll fell

and was never picked up.

It fell by the curb

in a lucid slumber

of inarticulate words

like a dew drop

on ice.

Nothing was coveted,

the chant grew like the moon

as the month moved on.

What was cold inside was a needle

of sharp divide and the impact

of unbuffered death.

Into this autumn

the doll fell

and the meridian of grace

was at last

on the table.

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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Bewildering Stories”, 2011

http://www.bewilderingstories.com/issue448/childhood_cracked.html

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Won  Bewildering Stories’ “The 2011 Mariner Award for Short Poetry”

http://www.bewilderingstories.com/anthologies/AR11.html

 

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