there it lays on the hard wooden floor
it once had graced a shirt but not anymore
it kept the horrid view in its sight
now it has layed there still over the night
he hit her so hard and said come now
she tried to fight back but didn't know how
getting up she tried hard to run away
sadly it wasn't the game he wanted to play
in a flash of pain it was soon through
the string quickly let it go and away it flew
so now still laying in a puddle of red
lays the butten next to a girl- not quite dead
Author notes
please enjoy!
much luv~
shadowed
A contest entry
- Button by Lavender Butterfly.
300 points, ended March 9, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow...
kathryn, this is very good. i love how the end just kinda hits the reader in the face. its great! -
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Thankyou Thankyou!!
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Such vivid imagery and deeply intense.
Thanks for sharing... x
Love and light,
Butterfly.
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OMG... this is so vivid.. I can picture the sewing of the button...and the hand etc.... and all for the sake of love? I hope this is not something you go through? Please tell me I've got this wrong? Good luck in the contest!
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Actually...
this was about somebody I knew for a while. She was one of my friends older sisters and we were friends a bit. Her fiancee was very abusive, and she was so close to being beaten to death many, many times. She actually did die, last November, although it was because of him, it wasn't because of him beating her. She died on November the second from asthema from second hand smoking his ciggarettes. Even if he never laid a finger on her, it would have happened. Thankyou for enjoying my poem.
much luv~
shadowed
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