The Fatal Cherry

The Fatal Cherry

A Poem by Kayla P.
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Death and the Devil come back again narrating another death in their humorous yet dreary ways. "The Hapless Story" is the first poem with them in it, just to let you know.

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The Fatal Cherry

By Kayla P.

 

A fatal cherry,

Can also be a tasty cherry

Before you are dead.

 

Oh, Lacey’s husband loved cherries,

Didn’t he?

(I suppose so.)

She bought cherries every week

Just for him.

I’d love a cherry right now.

(Death,

You can’t eat, silly!)

I know,

I know.

 

It seemed as though their relationship was very

Almost perfect.

(Almost perfect because

Nothing can ever be perfect.)

You think so?

I’m not sure about that.

What about heaven?

(Death,

I’m the Devil.

Do you think I know?)

I don’t know.

Do you?

(I don’t know.)

 

A fatal cherry,

Can also be a tasty cherry

Before you are dead.

(I’d eat the cherry instead.

Not dead.)

 

Then there was the hitting,

The pushing,

And also the punching.

I felt so sorry for her.

The poor thing.

She looked so tattered

And shattered.

If you stared into her eyes,

She’d turn away with a scared expression.

So dreadful it was,

So dark.

(Why didn’t she run away?)

I haven’t the slightest idea

But I wasn’t in her shoes.

(Good enough.)

 

A fatal cherry,

Can also be a tasty cherry

Before you are dead.

(I’d eat the cherry instead.

Not dead.)

 

So she bought some more cherries

For him.

Then she bought something else

Something quite fatal

For him.

(Now I’m excited!)

Be calm, my friend.

Be calm.

 

Secretly,

While he was sleeping,

She poured the liquid substance

On those bright,

Red cherries.

When he woke up,

The wife was gone.

No lady clothes,

No makeup,

Nothing of her.

 

Then he saw the bowl of cherries,

His favorite.

 

A fatal cherry,

Can also be a tasty cherry

Before you are dead.

(I’d eat the cherry instead.

Not dead.)

 

(There is a special place in hell

For him.)

I know you’ll make him suffer,

Devil.

(But of course!

There’s a special place in hell

Just for him.)

 

 

© 2011 Kayla P.


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Kayla P.
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Dark, a little disturbing, but that's completely fine (we're all supposed to be off kilter in one way or another to be truly balanced in our heads). What I would advise most is that you maintain the essential idea of the poem throughout the poem; I didn't understand the asides and they seemed a tad bit unnecessary. Possibly, you could experiment using a little bit more description within your poetry.

But in all honesty, if you're happy with your work, then don't change a thing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Dark, yet whimsical, nice write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dark, a little disturbing, but that's completely fine (we're all supposed to be off kilter in one way or another to be truly balanced in our heads). What I would advise most is that you maintain the essential idea of the poem throughout the poem; I didn't understand the asides and they seemed a tad bit unnecessary. Possibly, you could experiment using a little bit more description within your poetry.

But in all honesty, if you're happy with your work, then don't change a thing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It was good

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

haha~ i love it XD

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kayla P.
Kayla P.

Montross, VA



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Hi, my name is Kayla, I'm thirteen years old and I love to write stories and poems. They're mostly scary/horror/grim. Someday, when I'm done with something, I hope to get a book published. .. more..

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