ISABELLE DEL TURCO Malcolm Sedam Winner 2022 September 3 On September third I buried her that day. She clawed and screamed, But I could not let her stay. Oh, how she howled Pouted, kicked, and shoved. Nailed into that coffin, Was the girl that I loved. "Please," she whined, "I'm not ready to go." But the deed was done, And I dropped her down low. She was bubblegum scented And toothless and brass, And I mourned for what she was As I knelt in the grass. In that pit in the meadow Of all that I am, He had come in a tiger, And slaughtered a lamb.
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