Knives, Rocks, and Late-Night Infomercials MAG

April 20, 2011
By Gabriella Ciaccio BRONZE, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
Gabriella Ciaccio BRONZE, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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Give me 12 more slashes
To my face
To my throat
To my being

Rip me up inside
Break me
Shatter me
As if I were a windowpane

Cut up what I am
With your KitchenAid knife
And fry my thoughts
With insults
With a tablespoon of hatred

Pound me down
To the floor
With your fists
Don’t break a nail

Stand over me
Tall as the Twin Towers
And love me
Like cream of wheat.

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on Jul. 13 2011 at 12:35 pm
AmberElisabeth GOLD, Pearcy, Arkansas
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Favorite Quote:
I have a lot of favorite quotes, so I couldn't possibly just pick one.(:

I know why this was published. Because its beautiful. Its so raw and un-gaurded. I love it.(:

nikja BRONZE said...
on May. 22 2011 at 10:17 am
nikja BRONZE, Plainview, New York
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although dark, this poem was raw, honest, and intense. it was an absolute thrill to read for the entire length of the poem =] excellent job! and congrats on the publication!

crash said...
on Apr. 20 2011 at 12:23 pm
this it a good poem

on Apr. 20 2011 at 10:26 am
Boosflash DIAMOND, Jacksonville, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
Get, Got, Gotten.

freakin awesome captain. do your dance.

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