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a bit of diffrent poetry from normal about bullying and child abuse goes to far.


Submitted:Oct 25, 2009    Reads: 208    Comments: 8    Likes: 9   


They're so weird lets tease until our heart content, screaming and alcohol drugs bug them at home but when alone the creativity flows.
Then dad would come and lock her the special room seeking only obedience and pleasing. Since 5 years old had the mould set in, some times it would be a woman or two maybe toss some guys in too. School was a bad and always a drag, name calling failed grades led to grazed wrist then to choppity hopptiy went the wrist. From verbal to violent but life dragged on, they called themselves a coward because they didn't end it, they just let it bubble and boil and wait to bounce. Rains and blows from not known foes, probably hired out to ruin they're life just for a smell of pain. At 14 the beast curled up inside them was restless and wished to stretch. One night in the special room did daddy s intents get wild, now the trap was set and beast ready to pounce.
As dad smothered them the beast bared its teeth for the final strike was soon to be played. As dad kissed they're neck they pulled out a shiny dagger. First the beast sliced open dad's back spilling years of crimson pain down his back. As daddy reeled we struck again claws ripping at his face tearing at his features slicing of his mask and revealing who he really is. The thrill of the kill ran through the beasts blood causing beserknes. Grabbing daddy's face with our mouth we ripped his face and began to lick at the raw red surface causing daddy to cry and squeal in pain, then we thought lets pull out his eyes and a wick smile danced upon our lips.




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