January 10, 2011
By hazelnut15 BRONZE, Bloomington, Indiana
hazelnut15 BRONZE, Bloomington, Indiana
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In the darkness of the pantry I wait
There I lay awaiting my fate
The pan is what I fear the most
Because it means that I’m soon to be roasted
Roasted and cooked
Simmered and boiled
Eaten alive or maybe dead at that point
I’ve seen the other boxes grabbed
Off the shelf to the depths of the pan
How sad it is to see them go
Because the truth is that I know
I’m next

The author's comments:
Pasta is my favorite food, and I thought I'd write about it from the view point of actually being the pasta itself. I believe this writing style is called personification.

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DeepCee SILVER said...
on Aug. 3 2011 at 2:12 pm
DeepCee SILVER, Bloomington, Indiana
5 articles 7 photos 25 comments
scary poem...but awesome!

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