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Mother Burns Easily

Contributed by sylvias on Sunday, 20th July 2008 @ 12:13:26 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Mother Burns Easily

She looks at her skin,
she is white and her
hands feel soft and gooey.
She hasn’t been to the gym
in a long time.
She should really go
before her skin pushes
itself out becoming a giant white
Marshmallow.

She has replaced all of her
blood with white paste.
It acts like insulation.
So that she will never be hurt.
When her sisters call her names
she pretends that their words do not burn.

At night she dreams
she is eating a cloud.
She is happy,
all of her burdens have floated away.
When she awakens she discovers
that she has gnawed off her
left pinky.
She looks at it for a second
and then plops it into her mouth
like a Peep at Easter time.
After all, she thinks, Food
is food.

Her family plots different ways to kill her.
They spread her out on a table,
each marks an X on the spot
that they would like to own.
Every night they will do this.
She never fights back. She
is no longer becoming the marshmallow,
she is the marshmallow. The

perpetuator of her own abuse.

Connie imagines boiling her in hot chocolate,
her skin will slowly melt away,
slowly mixing in with
whipped cream and just a hint of nutmeg.
No, Sandra says, it can’t be done like that
it will take too long. Let’s shove a stick
up her ass and roast her on
an open flame.
No that’s too messy, Karen says, I vote we
puree her and spread her all over crunchy
peanut butter sandwiches.
Hold on a second don’t I get a say
in all of this, she wonders.

But dear, her mother answers,
we always eat the ones we love.

Copyright Â© sylvias ... [ 2008-07-20 00:13:26]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Mother Burns Easily (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 20th July 2008 @ 12:24:02 AM AEST
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Wow, well I think you achieved your goal, lol. This is... well, I don't really know what to say. It is dark and it is definitely humorous, and it's so darn creative! I'd say your class is serving its purpose.

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