Poem -
Rotting
I've started to rot
the stench
decomposing in my cot
my mum (wench)
I'll be discovered
bet she still won't be bothered
my sisters and brothers come for a look
one meal they could have snuck
hate is now what feeds me
my daily delicacy
I'm transforming into a different being
and my revenge they'll be feeling
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A nice write Susan, if not a little disturbing lol!! Â Hardly one to speak though ha ha :)
Hi Rachel don't think this type of write is for me pushing my boundaries so glad you found it disturbing i wrote it yesterday but think it was lurking in my head from reading a sad newspaper story cheers x
hope i get the jist right this time lol  sad piece ,read books on the true tragedy of things like this .weans left and starved ,if they survive they grow up very bitter .good piece susan !!   is it taken from the hansel and gretel theme ?,cause its a smart piece to make from it !. good job.  tina x
hi tina your spot on this came into my head after reading a newspaper story and just trying something different for me thanks a mil tina x
Susan, I LOVE THIS!!! Few words, with extreme Power! Leaves you with suspense at the end, and much more to think about to come!!
FAVORITE!!
Nancy
oh Nancy great  compliment thanks so much x