creative writing
October 2008 
oranges
Posted on Jan 22nd, 2008
by 
Amanda
Amanda
the boiling story of spilled soup and infant suffering howling with rage so flailing beneath me I'm trying I'm trying I know you can hear me but tired and tiny too tongue tied to whisper you bite and lash and refuse my hands these hands so rough and worn with wringing how could I not see this? how could I not guess this? the one whom others seek out because I know too much and flaunt it now my penance here's my baby begging for poison disguised as an orange
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