Sara
Sara sits in the cafe alone.
Nobody there.
Just her.
Nobody can help her
She's just there.
She has crossed the line.
She is on the other side.
There's nobody there but her.
A man in a suit appears.
Her conscience.
Sara says nothing and
Goes home.
The man is there again.
He hands her a
Knife. With the
words
"There is no choice".
Sara returns to
her living room.
Sara is gone now.
Her lifeless body
Lies on the
Floor.
Sara has gashes on her wrists.
And it was all
His
Fault.
The End
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I wrote this after seeing the Edward Hopper painting: 'Automat'. Have a google, it's a very nice painting, as is 99% of Hopper's work :)Comment please :D
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Sara, which
was posted on Nov 25, 2009 by
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"This poem is based on the painting "Automat" by Edward Hopper. A copy of the pai..."
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