She eats her pop corn plain
and she never eats it all.
Butter and salt stick
to the back of her throat
like fear and anger,
and the cold stormy night,
trapped inside a van
when she was forced to kneel
and swallow
-it all.
Then the other guy said,
“My turn, bend over.”
Bloody nose, split lip,
gun to her head
left face down in the mud
-for dead
(wishing she was dead.)
Years later,
she still eats her pop corn plain
and she never eats it all.
A contest entry
- RAPE by InMyFlames.
300 points, ended January 22, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Years later,
she still eats her pop corn plain
and she never eats it all."
aww this is awful! I mean the expirience, not the poem, because the poem was beautiful!!! very well written and it really makes you wonder what the full story is. How vague and mysterious it was just drew you in i think, because it doesnt say exactly what happened but you can feel the emotions and that's the best type of poem there is!
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oh my god, this is even sadder than the previous one.
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Ooooops! Forgot the applause. Sorry about that. I
feel like a newbie again.
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Thank you so much. It's good to hear from you. I wondered about you recently. Glad you are back online.
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You never disappoint rtrain. I dont think I'll ever
eat popcorn again. I just logged on for the first
time in ages. Got a new laptop (well, its not new
but it works). First thing I click on something
new by my "favorites" and, what do you know?, its a
keeper. Great visuals - makes me shudder -
"Years later,
she still eats her pop corn plain
and she never eats it all." that ending is beautiful and kept me thinking about this poor girl you describe so well, great work and thanks for entering -
Whoa
Vivid and very well written, bravo!
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