All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Milk for Two
My forearms always stick to the plastic, flowered tablecloth
as I sit, waiting for the poison.
At last, it arrives,
a white liquid,
almost opaque, but too watery in consistency,
carried in on a silver platter,
which nearly fools me into thinking it’s a treat.
Powdered milk is not a treat.
My aunt sits by,
under strict orders from my mother
to watch as I force the concoction
down my throat.
The first sip tastes like bile, and
I can almost feel the processed granules
on my tongue.
I grimace.
How vile.
The phone rings.
My eyes follow my aunt as she leaves the room.
I slowly rise and creep
over to the potted plant in the corner.
Milk for two.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 1 comment.