Author: Molly Silverman
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Digging for Gold
A lot of my life’s been spent searching for buried treasure. What I could weigh and measure digging for Gold. A box of poems, Hold some gold. My brother’s rendition of Heart and soul. Relationships, home. Within my self – Digging for gold. Clients, hard work, and wealth. We’re all digging for Gold and something…
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Charlotte’s Web
This spider is moving again. Rebuilding my web. Rebuilding my web. It is the web that we weave. The very sacred thread of our humanity. The web that we weave. The very fabric that clothes our society. The web that we weave. The web that we weave. It is more than just destiny manifest. From…
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2 sets of Lilies Soon to Bloom
For my birthday, my boyfriend, bought me two bouquets of lilies. I placed the lighter, upstairs, in our bedroom. The smell of the darker set of lilies, it was muted, But the light ones’ exuded, aromatic perfume. The dark lilies, I left on a table downstairs. Those dark ones’ are torn, visual scars that they…
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My Boy Vagary
My boy Vagary saved me And held me in his arms. I was 17 felt all alone but he was full of charm. Not alarmed when he drank my parent’s liquor. Did what we had to do to numb our open wounds. However we could lose ourselves more quickly. But the pain always returned to…
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My Husband’s Teenage Daughter came to live with us Recently
When I hated my music teacher. It was so unfair. And I actually love music to this very day, a music person I would call myself. She sent me to the principal’s office for blowing bubbles in music class on my birthday. And I hated her. And this was before she was forced by a…