Madeline Cirullo: Poems

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Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

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I want to run away
like my mother told me to
but my feet are nailed
to the unforgiving uncertain
concrete floor

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

Honestly
I'd rather be stabbed once
than slowly burned to death
so look me in the eye
and **** me clean

Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014

My tongue is tripping
on your name
even though I've
spat it out
a million times
already