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Suffer MAG
I set my teddy bears loose in a glass house
to see which ones would stay to suffer
on account of my own foolish mistakes.
Every time I threw stones at them
They'd gather them all together
and carve tears in all of the walls.
And whenever I pulled my hair out
They'd collect every single strand
And weave them into Band-Aids.
Some of the older ones volunteered
To tear out patches of their fur
And sew them into thick blankets.
They said it was for if I ever got cold.
They'd go out on dark winter nights
Looking for dead leaves to burn
So I could sit next to a warm fire.
Sometimes when I was depressed
They'd bring out their paper buckets
To catch all of my salty tears
And use them to make my favorite soup.
Some of the little ones came out crying
They'd try to comfort me from afar.
“Don't cry, don't cry,” they'd say.
They were too afraid to come up close
Or ask if I wanted to snuggle.
I thought distance would always march
Triumphantly between me and them
Until the youngest one came up to me
Covered in my dry brittle split ends.
He said it was time for me to come home.
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How interesting! I love how you're telling a story that no one's ever heard before--it other words you doggedly (perhaps unconsciously?) avoid cliché. It's different, but I like it. Imagery and word play is just great. I really like "They'd collect every single strand and weave them into bandaids.
After reading this, I think you may like my poem Brother, if you get the chance, read it, and let me know what you think.
Great job on this.
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