Poetry by Meghan Marsden

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Rescued

She lacks
the gratitude
her new mother expected
Instead, razor wounds
testify to a silent
tangled rage
Sutures cannot reach beneath the
bloody tapestry of scars to
who she might have been
From the depths of the
hallows of hope
her eyes plead with me
Teach her
how to help me
but I don’t know how




The Night Demon

I searched for you in the underworld
alone and wandering 'round
Too many bones to bury
Too many wounded to carry
Too much is lost, to be found
I searched for you in the underworld
I followed the night demon down


​Meghan Marsden writes to make sense of her own experiences and bear witness to the human condition. Her first novel, The Choices We Make, will be available in 2019. Read more of Meghan’s work at www.TheTruthAboutLies.net