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I only went once to my rapist’s grave
don’t know how he died
or how to find out
his obit informed me
five years late
faded mausoleum flowers
grant lifelong peace
took an hour to find him
city cemetery, by the zoo
Some days I stay alive
because I have more graves to visit
not yet dug, demons freely walking
infernal names to be granite carved
one down, four to go
Anjelica Wren is a thirty-something poet and writer raised in rural Southern Illinois. Art is her favorite coping mechanism – her poems, paintings, and personal essays are often imbued with flashbacks and memories.
Anjelica resides in the Indiana hills, deeply enjoying the peace of her front porch and building community with like minds.
