And yet suddenly everything was
Different. That's what they called me.
Teasing names and shoves in the halls
and aren't you just a backstabbingWitch. That's what the town would
scream and cry and pull me apart
until I felt like I was being torn intoHeads. The body count rose
as they burned my only friends
at the stakes. Is there really aGod, who could save us from this
poisoned place and these poisoned people,
blind to the reality that we are justLethal. I am not lethal. I am
Inhuman. I am not inhuman. I am
Alone. I do not want to be alone. I am
Afraid. I do not want to be afraid.
They place a mirror in front of the stakes
to reflect the evil back inside me as I burn.I look at myself in the glass,
bloodstained skin and ropes constraining my body.
The flames rise around me like arms reaching up from hell,
and suddenly all I can see is aMonster.
-M.M.
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11:11
PoetryA collection of poetry about life through young eyes. Because sometimes you just have to cross your fingers, close your eyes, and make a wish. --- "11:11" is Megan McMahon's first completed poetry collection containing 36 pieces. Take a trip into he...