
10-06-2007, 12:36 AM
So, I suppose this is what I'll be using to post my poetry. I hope it's enjoyed, and C+C is most definately welcome.
Vegetable
Her eyes are dull as she looks down upon her plate;
eggs and sausage.
The smell of the chicken in the oven twists her mouth.
A look of disgust as her slender hand pushes the food away
and she cringes under the vast odour.
Every meal, dawn till dusk one of her friends lies before her,
each slaughtered before her ears and each thought is never any farther than the last.
No food enters her body, unless they are asleep,
they cannot know the truth because she knows they'll simply freak.
She's made a vow, a silent one, to never eat her friends again
to never eat unless she knows where it's coming from.
When mother's gone, and father too has left to watch t.v.
she dashes to the garbage and then goes out to see
the pain she's caused because she can't speak up about the way she feels.
Brown eyes now blue she wonders whether any of this is really real.
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