Frigid burden of
chipped crimson
leans
back-faced to
white-washed
cinder.
Shame painted in
metallic spray,
swept
between basement walls.
she was
so
violated. so we
locked her
in the corner.
abused for everything
she had
to
offer. neglected for
all they
stripped
Away.
Author notes
there's a vending machine in the basement of my high school that's shoved backwards against the wall-because students had found a way to reach up inside it to get the food without paying.
instead of fixing the problem, they just shove it in a corner.
i dont know. its a bit personal
A contest entry
- What is Unwritten? by Sprite.
1000 points, ended May 4, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Reread. Love the simplicity. Thanks again. ~ Joyce
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Why are you so amazingly gifted and still yet to fail to realize it? So so gifted.
...even the cynically dry and subtle humour in your author note...as usual. Brilliance...
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This tiny poem has a great impact. It has a whole
lot to say about people and society and our values. I LOVE it.
Thanks for entering. ~ Joyce
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