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Fly Paper

i was just a girl

By R.C. TaylorPublished 28 days ago Updated 28 days ago 1 min read
Fly Paper
Photo by William Bout on Unsplash

When I was a girl you licked the inside

of me watermelon rind clean

And left nothing but bitterness

And fruit flies that multiplied

And wouldn’t leave

And the sticky paper that we hung up

Caught nothing but me,

A hunk of meat, and scavengers that

came to feast

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R.C. Taylor

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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Comments (3)

  • Rachel Deeming6 days ago

    Oh man. This is raw. From the sweetness of water melon devoured, to a hunk of meat. And flies. These images all compound.

  • John Cox27 days ago

    Oh, RC, the torment you evoke echoes across the entirety of your poem, your metaphors accomplishing more with imagery than any explicit description possibly could. Simply stunning writing!

  • Ooof. I don’t even know what to say. Just. Wow

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