From the poem Bread.Pieces, by Pali Tripathi:
Man. Thin. Tatters
Eyes. Cold. Piercing
Gazes. Afraid. Numb
Sound. Loud. Harsh
Child. Tears. Gurgle
Bread. Pieces. Gone
Faces. White. Wounded
Mouths. Pained. Dry
Door. Shut. Bang
This poem won the recently concluded Blogeratti Contest for best poems on Child Abuse. Read more about the contest and about Elaan- Combat Child Sexual Abuse Community.
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I don’t like it coz’ it pierce me through the bones!—it affects me; and it made me picture out the victim,–fragile!—stupid Man. Thin. Tatters!