Elise Cowan

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ContemplativeElise Cowan

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The first eye opens by the sun's warmth to stare at it The second eye is ripped open by an apothecary and propped with toothpicks, systems and words I only know there may be more because one hurts when I think too much The first eye is blind there is no other
AngryElise Cowan

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I took the skin of corpses And dyed them blue for dreams Oh I can wear these everywhere (I sat home in my jeans). I cut the hair of corpses And wove myself a sheath Finer than silk or wool I thought And shivered underneath I cut the ears of corpses To make myself a hood -- Warmer than forget-me-nots I paid for that in blood. I robbed the eyes of corpses So I could face the sun But all the days had cloudy skies And I had lost my own.
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