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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528083" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Celia Saw in the Back of a Spoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Celia looked at her reflection <br>In the back of the spoon; <br>Her face was blown outward <br>As if captured on some balloon. <br>It almost made her laugh; <br>The memory of it; <br>How she and her sister Sassy <br>Would do that as kids, <br>Before the dark days, <br>Before her death in a bath. <br>That drowning, that sad death. <br>Sassy's husband had beaten her <br>Black and blue and green <br>And she'd hide herself away <br>So as not to be seen. <br>But she'd seen her, <br>Seen the bruises <br>Like smudged tattoos, <br>The closed eyes, <br>The swollen lips, <br>The hardly able to talk words <br>Pushing through the mouth <br>To say: he says he loves me still. <br>Celia stared at her reflection, <br>The way her own mouth was distorted, <br>Her lips blown up, her eyes enlarged, <br>Out of proportion. <br>She almost laughed, <br>But something about Sassy's sad death <br>Made her stifle any guffaw <br>That may have broken free<br>From her distorted reflected jaw.<br>There was the time she'd seen her <br>Undressing for bed when she stayed <br>Because Sassy's husband (the weird freak) <br>Was off on business, some big deal, <br>Needing to be pulled off, <br>And she saw the black and blueness <br>With tinges of green <br>Along her naked flesh, <br>The buttocks welted <br>Where he had belted. <br>Sassy had said nothing, <br>Had not noticed Celia looking, <br>Had not thought it unusual <br>To be unclothed as such <br>Away from other's peering eyes. <br>Now Sassy was dead; <br>Found in the bath; <br>Drugged out, wrists slit, <br>Having drowned recorded. <br>But he had driven her over the edge; <br>He had bullied and beaten <br>Like some spoilt cruel child <br>An unwanted toy. <br>Celia turned the spoon over <br>And put it down. <br>No more desire to laugh, <br>Just fond memories of Sassy <br>Before her death in the bath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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In the back of the spoon; 
Her face was blown outward 
As if captured on some balloon. 
It almost made her laugh; 
The memory of it; 
How she and her sister Sassy 
Would do that as kids, 
Before the dark days, 
Befo..."></div>
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