Where It Was Coldest

by Alana Saltz

       took my

         sick and weak,

         to the

    they crouched            in the corner

                       watching           to see if

                         I was won over

(This is an erasure poem. Source text: Andrews, V.C. Flowers in the Attic. New York: Pocket Books, 1979, pp. 255-259.)

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