My laughter rings hollowly to my ears, but I hope not to his. I move
saucily, distracting him, from the small shadow slipping away.
I once more pour the drink, as he looks where I wish he wouldn't.
I flip the ring open with my thumb and with a tip of the hand it's done.
One more drink, one more powder, one more enemy of the clan less very soon.
I retreat to the kitchen. Refill picture and ring, motioning to another child.
"Go when you hear me laugh" I tell the little one. Positioning him near the door.
My laughter rings hollowly in my ears, but I hope not to his.
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Tamera Dobbins
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Author notes
Poison ring- poison
A contest entry
- Choose your weapon by Neophyte.
600 points, ended April 28, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like it, Mom. Now make it into a 200-page story so I can read more.
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not exactly sure what the weapon is, but thanks for entering nevertheless it was a good write, but as the rules are said, please write the name the of weapon in your author's notes and/or provide a picture
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