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M. E. Roland

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Recent poems

  • 26 Jul 2016

    Toxicity

    Sick to my stomach
    trippin on your vomit,
    behavior, and lies.

    How do you sleep at night
    while

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  • 22 Jun 2016

    Misogyny on the Rocks

    She drank whiskey.
    Lucky me.
    Now I can probe her,
    and drag her through
    the dirt.
    Now I can

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  • 07 Jun 2016

    Six Months

    Just two seconds.
    That's all it took.
    Her daily, upended.
    Her world, shook.
    And now she will

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  • 04 Mar 2016

    Tunnels

    Within the sound of a
    thousand laughters,
    all I can hear is your breathing.
    Through blankets

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  • 22 Feb 2016

    Last Word

    The last word lies with me.
    In my casket of phonetics,
    it drips from
    my worm-encrusted tongue.

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  • 28 Jan 2016
    43

    A Dark Spot

    The day she died,
    it seemed the air
    reached in and choked me.
    The grass shriveled
    and blue sky

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