madelene henry dowe : Writing

it was something like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and figure skating

it was something like a mixture of nails on a chal..

A Poem by madelene henry dowe


It was something like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard, and figure skating. First off, there were nails. Long ones. And, therefore, ther..
you think I walk funny

you think I walk funny

A Poem by madelene henry dowe


the documentation of the beginning of the end of my self esteem.
I want to hold a book burning

I want to hold a book burning

A Poem by madelene henry dowe


I want to hold a book burning. All the books I cherished; I want to see those spiteful words go up. The nourishment of youth squandered; ligh..