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TAKING APART THIS LIFE By: Sean Devlin - Barbara Bretting Poetry Runner-up My mother was reclined in the chair and the lamp still lit as I stepped closer to kiss her goodnight the floor creaked and she shifted in her sleep I froze with my feet arched on the carpet The yellow glow of the light sunk deep in the wrinkles of her face and she breathed quietly with calm exhales Her shirt caught in the folds of the chair I saw the pink lines on her stomach Scars healed over years demanding my growth A door only meant for one exit If I were back inside her womb my veins surging with blood next to hers behind the walls of her skin I could feel her heart pulse with mine— in sync No dirt would ever darken my fingernails I could hold her from within stabilizing her center of gravity and I would only know what she wanted me to I could re-stitch her skin She gave me a full thick head of hair I could give it back to her and we could live on as one 49 “MAD GRANDMA” By: Annie Noel “SILVER BOWS” By: Annie Noel 50