Laura Theobald
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I believed I could
perceive signs
I was a harebrained child
obsessed with Nazis
wanting only to eat soup and bread
Is it wicked?
On the beach
the bread was expanding
in my belly
I was quiet
Everybody had some idea about me
without thinking of me at all
Who would seriously
think of a girl?
Especially one who goes to such lengths
to make herself
so unattractive
I wore tattered clothes
Tied rags around me
Tried to think of a future that would have me
The water was having a nice time
all by itself
And so was I
To want to die even is a luxury
I found
I was terribly lonely of course
Just born that way
And those eyes
A little off-putting
you could tell
my mother was thinking
Fragile
If you touched her she would just
crumple
There was no talking to her
She would cry often
She cried so often