The fire consumes her
hot and wild
tempestuous waves of heat
A fever boils
scorching her blood
as she curls up and cries in defeat
Sorrow erupts
claws through her soul
tears at her barren womb
cloying smoke covers
the scent of her blood
she inhales it like rancid perfume
Magma surrounds her
sucking her in
Steeping her heart in despair
Infertile they told her
“no choices left”
she tried doctors and drugs and prayer
She screams at the torment
There’s no way to fight
The agony licking her veins
She suffers the torture
that sears her inside
and curses her God for the pain
She was formed from the mud
and created for this
with every breath destined to yearn
Hell is a woman
without a child
She knows what it is to burn
Patricia Gibson-Williams
June 17, 2005
Author notes
13. She's the only one who knows what it is to burn – Finch
Written June 17th, 2005
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A contest entry
- More emotions! YAY!! Sad, angry, happy, whatever! by Be My Rushmore.
300 points, ended June 21, 2005, 16 entries
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WOW. This was incredible. Like reeeeally great! Thatn's soo much for entering my contest. Best of luck to you in it. So far I guess you are the winner because no one else freaking understands that I don't want a quote...I want a poem ABOUT a quote. Haha. Well this is tres fab anyways.
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This is simply amazing. Beautiful. So full of emotion...It jumps right off the screen!! The wording and imagery are executed perfectly!! Very very nice write. Good luck in the contest!!
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wow wee now this is good i like the differant way u went out of writin this i like gud luck wid dah contest xoxo
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