Tea Time Poetry Contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
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I once had thirty nine brothers and sisters now I’m all alone in the world Probing fingers viciously tore me apart from my twin. My white dress is speckled with dark dust… it’s all that remains of my siblings. I was tossed back into my carboard box home and left in solitary confinement I know my days are numbered as my captor mercilessly dips her hand in and grabs me. I do not struggle as she pulls me out but I can hear a hiss and see a steaming monster I’m popped into a pretty bone china container It’s lovely and warm, I feel quite relieved Until my captor says to me, “Gran always said I should warm the teapot first” Then the stark reality of my fate smacks me in the face All of a sudden the floral china lid is raised My captor is standing in front of me I see the steaming monster towering over me Now I know the fate of my relations … they were all boiled alive!
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2024
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