Contributor: Maddison Scott

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Why do I cradle
so much hope
in the withered hands
of a
dying
day?

Why do I feed those
rotting teeth
with
flowers
as would a man on
his wife's
grave?

Why don't I
remember
anything
but
the hurdling notion
that I don't even
exist?


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Maddison Scott is the author of numerous unwritten novels and can often be found running marathons… of the TV-watching variety. She lives on a big island.