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With the description of Ophelia's death in Hamlet, along with being home alone and lonely, came this poem.

Out of Town

Slovby alva26 Nov 2014

When they got home
They'd be peeling my skin
From the carpet, my bones
In the waste paper basket
My eyes rolling like marbles
Across the wood panels.
They'd pop one in their pocket
Keep a strand of hair in a locket
And travel to the river bed.
Tuck my organs in the river
Let the light shine through my eyelids
Like waking up with the slither
Of sun through curtains.
I don't see red anymore.
Cut my hair away
Let the current carry my thoughts
On a paper boat