She licked spoons
that served her ego
with verbal buffets
that went for miles
around her padded cell-
Bruised flesh hung
in blood spattered
atmosphere as
paint-by-numbers,
careful not to
get out of bounds;
Scenarios ran like
after school specials
that produced her secret life
contained in cereal boxes,
sorting through colored marshmallows
and hoping to find her lucky charm-
Where green clovers would
shatter bony fists of hate
and take hope to other side
of the rainbow
Author notes
Abuse is wrong
A contest entry
- 1 hour contest - closes in 1 hour by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended November 24, 2007, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very interesting. Thank u
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I loved the ending, this an impressive write about a wrong that goes on day by day and we all turn our head to the jail system that allows it to be tolerated.
good write Sis
Tamara
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how true - abuse is wrong, no matter what kind, no one should have to endure any kind, especially children. Nice bronze winner you have penned here. Congrats.
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Excellent.
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