Poetry competition CLOSED 19th September 2012 6:50pm
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
cheesypocket
Ramblings On
Poetry Contest Description
An internal monologue, dialogue or trialogue.
- It can be a poem, a transactional piece or a dialogue.
- Old or new.
- Under 200 words[a little bit over is fine].
- Be mad, be crazy but whatever you do don't be conscientious. Unless you want to be
.
- Comment to your hearts content.
- Open for two weeks, enjoy.
I'm opening.
But we can't play god...or can we
[internal monologue]
a: We swore we'd never go down that road again, it's our rule!
b: But rules are meant to be broken.
a: Remember what happened last time... HE was created.
b: Ah really, he wasn't all that bad.
a: Wasn't All That Bad, WASN'T All THAT BAD! HE WAS A MONSTER.
b: Yes but you have have to admit he was rather cute.
a: In what twisted way was he cute!!!
b: well he did have a tail.
a: Huh, if you can call that thing a tail.
b: I think your being harsh on the little guy.
a: Oh really you think I'm being harsh on the little guy!?!
b: Yes.
a: Well you know what, go f%#& yourself!
b: That wasn't very nice.
a: And?
b: That's it.
a: Oh...
a: You sure there wasn't more.
b: Pretty sure.
a: Oh well then.
[*ambling whistle from mister b*]
a: So your a hundred percent sure there wasn't more.
b: More about what?
a: More about... you know...
b: I know what? What do I know, oh please tell me. I really wanna know what I know, I don't think I've ever known anything!
a: Oh shut up, it doesn't even matter any more.
b: Okay.
[A glimpse into the never ceasing squabble of misters 'b' and 'a' negative...]
- Old or new.
- Under 200 words[a little bit over is fine].
- Be mad, be crazy but whatever you do don't be conscientious. Unless you want to be
. - Comment to your hearts content.
- Open for two weeks, enjoy.
I'm opening.
But we can't play god...or can we
[internal monologue]
a: We swore we'd never go down that road again, it's our rule!
b: But rules are meant to be broken.
a: Remember what happened last time... HE was created.
b: Ah really, he wasn't all that bad.
a: Wasn't All That Bad, WASN'T All THAT BAD! HE WAS A MONSTER.
b: Yes but you have have to admit he was rather cute.
a: In what twisted way was he cute!!!
b: well he did have a tail.
a: Huh, if you can call that thing a tail.
b: I think your being harsh on the little guy.
a: Oh really you think I'm being harsh on the little guy!?!
b: Yes.
a: Well you know what, go f%#& yourself!
b: That wasn't very nice.
a: And?
b: That's it.
a: Oh...
a: You sure there wasn't more.
b: Pretty sure.
a: Oh well then.
[*ambling whistle from mister b*]
a: So your a hundred percent sure there wasn't more.
b: More about what?
a: More about... you know...
b: I know what? What do I know, oh please tell me. I really wanna know what I know, I don't think I've ever known anything!
a: Oh shut up, it doesn't even matter any more.
b: Okay.
[A glimpse into the never ceasing squabble of misters 'b' and 'a' negative...]
Anonymous
[left][/left]MY RECURSIVE RAMBLINGS
1. RAMBLINGS on
2. What to do with my poetry
3. I do not know what to do with 600 poems plus
Publish them
Where?
4. They will not sell
5. I am not good enough
6. Good poets don’t sell
7. Maybe give the proceeds to a charity
8. The charity will not want the erotic ones
9. But the erotic poetry draws them in
10. How do I download them?
To the computer?
My computer does not have the space
To a USB drive?
11. All my USB drives have crashed
12. What shall I do with my poetry?
GO BACK
RE-READ
CORRECT
1. RAMBLINGS on
2. What to do with my poetry
3. I do not know what to do with 600 poems plus
Publish them
Where?
4. They will not sell
5. I am not good enough
6. Good poets don’t sell
7. Maybe give the proceeds to a charity
8. The charity will not want the erotic ones
9. But the erotic poetry draws them in
10. How do I download them?
To the computer?
My computer does not have the space
To a USB drive?
11. All my USB drives have crashed
12. What shall I do with my poetry?
GO BACK
RE-READ
CORRECT
"Burning Out Accordingly"
Some days I see it; some days it's just me looking back
but I definitely feel it, in every slowing movement:
bones grind and creek to life and death,
cartilage eroded and muscles dutifully pulped.
There are other moments, when I can jog
or practice one of the other habitual human traditions
but often I'm just tired and my arms seem too short.
They're not reaching too far because I'm tired,
my body affectedly follows.
Ready for death? Never, always waiting for life's quest
to manifest in the form of something metaphysical.
I could take God at the right moment, for a moment
with the right potency of insanity.
I am aging and I'll never side-step this one
but what am I aging for?
Is all the pain and tolerance a measurement
or criteria for a spiritual testament?
I knew an old man once; I still hear stories
about his polarisation of life and deterioration.
He chose drugs over life and wilt over bloom
now he's digging his nails into what's left;
scared, regretful but the nails will peel and snap.
I suppose life can go too quick, leaving no time
to weigh it all with askant eyes because it's too late.
It's all excreting and dripping away
but unlike my father I'm still stretching my hand out
however short my arms are, they're not reaching inwards.
Some days I see it; some days it's just me looking back
but I definitely feel it, in every slowing movement:
bones grind and creek to life and death,
cartilage eroded and muscles dutifully pulped.
There are other moments, when I can jog
or practice one of the other habitual human traditions
but often I'm just tired and my arms seem too short.
They're not reaching too far because I'm tired,
my body affectedly follows.
Ready for death? Never, always waiting for life's quest
to manifest in the form of something metaphysical.
I could take God at the right moment, for a moment
with the right potency of insanity.
I am aging and I'll never side-step this one
but what am I aging for?
Is all the pain and tolerance a measurement
or criteria for a spiritual testament?
I knew an old man once; I still hear stories
about his polarisation of life and deterioration.
He chose drugs over life and wilt over bloom
now he's digging his nails into what's left;
scared, regretful but the nails will peel and snap.
I suppose life can go too quick, leaving no time
to weigh it all with askant eyes because it's too late.
It's all excreting and dripping away
but unlike my father I'm still stretching my hand out
however short my arms are, they're not reaching inwards.
Duncan I've been looking for somewhere to air this piece, It's not internal dialog but the closest thing I have to dialog so far. hope you don't mind me throwing it out here.
The three
"Did you see yer one from number seven, married on the Friday in a brand new frock and she with the airs and graces of a princess. sure didn't she hang out her sheets on the Saturday and no sign nor traces of the marital blood showing"
[And the three of them gave a knowing nod of the head and I wondered what went on in the marital bed that the princess would hang her sheets like a flag and risk being called a slag if no one got hurt. Then , in perfect sync, their heads spun towards number three]
" Oh dear! did you hear about so and so, pulled out his house by the pigs *spit* and he as meek as a mouse was only storing guns for the war against them Huns who are marching up and down Belfast like they own the place"
[Father Macken passed by on his old bike red faced and puffing for some air and when the three saw him there they blessed themselves thrice in quick succession]
translation available at whatthefuckdidhejustpost.com
The three
"Did you see yer one from number seven, married on the Friday in a brand new frock and she with the airs and graces of a princess. sure didn't she hang out her sheets on the Saturday and no sign nor traces of the marital blood showing"
[And the three of them gave a knowing nod of the head and I wondered what went on in the marital bed that the princess would hang her sheets like a flag and risk being called a slag if no one got hurt. Then , in perfect sync, their heads spun towards number three]
" Oh dear! did you hear about so and so, pulled out his house by the pigs *spit* and he as meek as a mouse was only storing guns for the war against them Huns who are marching up and down Belfast like they own the place"
[Father Macken passed by on his old bike red faced and puffing for some air and when the three saw him there they blessed themselves thrice in quick succession]
translation available at whatthefuckdidhejustpost.com
Insufferable Her and Inseparable Me
Her: You're sick
Me: I think I am going to be sick
Her: You're an idiot, I just said that. Why don't you listen to me?
Me: I hate listening to you.
Her: Oh? Oh really? As I said you're an idiot (and you Are going to be sick)
Me: Just shut it for one second? Can't you just be Silent for ONE second?
Her: Don't be silly, of course not. You know better than to ask.
Me: Sigh, I but hoped; there's always hope you know.
Her: Uh.. that would be a 'No'.
There isn't 'always hope' (Laughs). Seriously J, you've really gone mad. You really should listen to me more often. Ignoring me only makes things worse, you never remember anything anymore.
Me: All the better we'll just keep having the same conversations then. Now wont we?
Her: Well.. seeing as I'm your conscience I'm not going anywhere. Well? Hmm, unless you die then that's a whole new ball game.
Me: I hate it when you play ball games. The constant back and forth really messes with me. And for that matter makes me Sick!
Her: I told you you were sick didnt I? So what are you going on about?
Me: UGH, You're insufferable!!
Her: Well, if that's how you feel you know what you have to do, dont you?
Me: Really? What's that?
Her: Get a lobotomy!
Her: You're sick
Me: I think I am going to be sick
Her: You're an idiot, I just said that. Why don't you listen to me?
Me: I hate listening to you.
Her: Oh? Oh really? As I said you're an idiot (and you Are going to be sick)
Me: Just shut it for one second? Can't you just be Silent for ONE second?
Her: Don't be silly, of course not. You know better than to ask.
Me: Sigh, I but hoped; there's always hope you know.
Her: Uh.. that would be a 'No'.
There isn't 'always hope' (Laughs). Seriously J, you've really gone mad. You really should listen to me more often. Ignoring me only makes things worse, you never remember anything anymore.
Me: All the better we'll just keep having the same conversations then. Now wont we?
Her: Well.. seeing as I'm your conscience I'm not going anywhere. Well? Hmm, unless you die then that's a whole new ball game.
Me: I hate it when you play ball games. The constant back and forth really messes with me. And for that matter makes me Sick!
Her: I told you you were sick didnt I? So what are you going on about?
Me: UGH, You're insufferable!!
Her: Well, if that's how you feel you know what you have to do, dont you?
Me: Really? What's that?
Her: Get a lobotomy!
"last bullet"
She gave up
wasted silver bullets
to try and rid the beast
from this man
She once loved
She stared at the hard wall
her eyes began to melt
S: I miss the sea
H: why?
S:
She drifted through the wall
eyes dripping
into the draped shadow
and light of her dress
his eyes followed her
out of the door
then lost her through a rain drop
He knew her well
wanted
to know her again
H: come back
S:
She gave up
wasted silver bullets
to try and rid the beast
from this man
She once loved
She stared at the hard wall
her eyes began to melt
S: I miss the sea
H: why?
S:
She drifted through the wall
eyes dripping
into the draped shadow
and light of her dress
his eyes followed her
out of the door
then lost her through a rain drop
He knew her well
wanted
to know her again
H: come back
S:
Me Myself and Eileen
ok here she comes just act cool
cool! as long as it's not like the last time you tried to act cool
yeah well, not my fault the chair broke.anyway she laughed didn't she
laughed! she was in fucking hysterics! but she was laughing AT you
right I'll just ask if she wants a drink
remember! don't keep staring at her tits, but pay some attention now and again
fair enough, I'll try but jesus..look at them.
...... ...... ...... ..... ......
ok nice one, well done man she wants us to bring her home,happy days
yeah, maybe we should go the toilet and get some rubbers
nah, don't they cost a fucking fortune
haha, nice one "fucking fortune"
concentrate man, we're not in there yet
what do you mean, she was riding us with her eyes!
yeah well if it's all the same to you I'll wait till she's riding us with her body
.... .... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ....
jesus..what a fucking body !
haha "fucking body" nice one
wait..is she , god.. she's about to be sick
don't panic man, get out the peppermint schnapps and pray all the lumps are gone from her mouth
yeah the peppermint should do it
look, I think we should make a move here before she flakes out
you're right I'm going in.
ugh! was that a piece of carrot?
dunno man, just slip it back into her mouth, looks like she needs the nutrition
.... ..... ..... ..... .....
wow what the fuck, this woman is a fucking animal
haha "a fucking animal" nice one
ok time for a change of position, just ease her around
man she looks fucking great, we should get a pic for FB before she leaves in the morning
fuck face book
haha "fuck face" nice one
ok here she comes just act cool
cool! as long as it's not like the last time you tried to act cool
yeah well, not my fault the chair broke.anyway she laughed didn't she
laughed! she was in fucking hysterics! but she was laughing AT you
right I'll just ask if she wants a drink
remember! don't keep staring at her tits, but pay some attention now and again
fair enough, I'll try but jesus..look at them.
...... ...... ...... ..... ......
ok nice one, well done man she wants us to bring her home,happy days
yeah, maybe we should go the toilet and get some rubbers
nah, don't they cost a fucking fortune
haha, nice one "fucking fortune"
concentrate man, we're not in there yet
what do you mean, she was riding us with her eyes!
yeah well if it's all the same to you I'll wait till she's riding us with her body
.... .... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ....
jesus..what a fucking body !
haha "fucking body" nice one
wait..is she , god.. she's about to be sick
don't panic man, get out the peppermint schnapps and pray all the lumps are gone from her mouth
yeah the peppermint should do it
look, I think we should make a move here before she flakes out
you're right I'm going in.
ugh! was that a piece of carrot?
dunno man, just slip it back into her mouth, looks like she needs the nutrition
.... ..... ..... ..... .....
wow what the fuck, this woman is a fucking animal
haha "a fucking animal" nice one
ok time for a change of position, just ease her around
man she looks fucking great, we should get a pic for FB before she leaves in the morning
fuck face book
haha "fuck face" nice one
The Mannequins Lead
See the curtains rise!
The show is about to begin!
[Applaud]
Here are your gods
Your makers
The dealers at hand
Those who hold the the all-mighty pen
To draw and write entire landscapes
They come in peace.
[Applaud]
And let us say our grace and preach our solutions,
For we are in bad times; we fall like flies.
Don't worry be happy. It's under control.
We just need your tax dollars to fix this
It will trickle-down later.
Down
Down (echos)
Down (echos)
Everyone will work together somehow.
Its only a matter of time
We must save the banks, the CEOs, Save big business
We must save the people.
They are coperations too.
Lets cut taxes and save.
Save
Save (echos)
Lets tax the rich!
Put more towards our healthcare.
If we dont have people to run our government then who will?
OUR people need us
THEY Need to be cared for
Jobs are need to be created to make OUR money flow
Lets take back the country!
[Deafening applause]
{The curtains close and thoe show is done}
That was great practice Mr. Congressman
This will surely feed our audience the message!
Addictive as tobbaco, haunting as the nightmares.
These will be our masks that will speak to the outside world
Conveying our inner-desires for the world to see
While the people are blinded by the facts and the fights
We will watch the green river flow!
Anonymous
lepperochan said:
The three
"Did you see yer one from number seven, married on the Friday in a brand new frock and she with the airs and graces of a princess. sure didn't she hang out her sheets on the Saturday and no sign nor traces of the marital blood showing"
[And the three of them gave a knowing nod of the head and I wondered what went on in the marital bed that the princess would hang her sheets like a flag and risk being called a slag if no one got hurt. Then , in perfect sync, their heads spun towards number three]
" Oh dear! did you hear about so and so, pulled out his house by the pigs *spit* and he as meek as a mouse was only storing guns for the war against them Huns who are marching up and down Belfast like they own the place"
[Father Macken passed by on his old bike red faced and puffing for some air and when the three saw him there they blessed themselves thrice in quick succession]
translation available at whatthefuckdidhejustpost.com
Eamon sometimes when you stab you do it with vigour, this time you just... stab... don't run away from it... f^&*'n brilliant!
Thats what it is brilliant!
The three
"Did you see yer one from number seven, married on the Friday in a brand new frock and she with the airs and graces of a princess. sure didn't she hang out her sheets on the Saturday and no sign nor traces of the marital blood showing"
[And the three of them gave a knowing nod of the head and I wondered what went on in the marital bed that the princess would hang her sheets like a flag and risk being called a slag if no one got hurt. Then , in perfect sync, their heads spun towards number three]
" Oh dear! did you hear about so and so, pulled out his house by the pigs *spit* and he as meek as a mouse was only storing guns for the war against them Huns who are marching up and down Belfast like they own the place"
[Father Macken passed by on his old bike red faced and puffing for some air and when the three saw him there they blessed themselves thrice in quick succession]
translation available at whatthefuckdidhejustpost.com
Eamon sometimes when you stab you do it with vigour, this time you just... stab... don't run away from it... f^&*'n brilliant!
Thats what it is brilliant!
Anonymous
I love the opportunity to just go...
So fu.. it I'm going
So the world is bleak you say?
hey?
What with two hundred dollars not being enough
for a blow job
and two hundred rand not buying bread
thank the heavens
and then we sit and stare at the weather
what happened?
I'm not sure but summer sure feels like winter
and winter sure seems like
well…
winter
and autumn
well who cares
yes the weather is screwed
Started happening when this guy
became president
before that
summer was HOT
winter was cool
and bread was a fiver
and everyone bought
petrol [gas for the American]
oh! its all screwed
just yesterday
I felt
fucked over
by a ten year old
today
I’m staring at a picture
of my ex Mrs
wondering
if she's okay?
not convinced
it wasn't bad
before
but now this guy is
president
and he has
wives
and the
wives of other men
all seem
to leave
its a critical mess
I tell you
oh well time for another
beer.
finished rambling
going gambling
finding
a pirate from Fiji
to read
or a musical instrument
from Oz.
Any luck
with the way things are going
I'll be the
wizard.
Dorothy, Dorothy
where for the fuck have you gone?
bye.
-x-
So fu.. it I'm going
So the world is bleak you say?
hey?
What with two hundred dollars not being enough
for a blow job
and two hundred rand not buying bread
thank the heavens
and then we sit and stare at the weather
what happened?
I'm not sure but summer sure feels like winter
and winter sure seems like
well…
winter
and autumn
well who cares
yes the weather is screwed
Started happening when this guy
became president
before that
summer was HOT
winter was cool
and bread was a fiver
and everyone bought
petrol [gas for the American]
oh! its all screwed
just yesterday
I felt
fucked over
by a ten year old
today
I’m staring at a picture
of my ex Mrs
wondering
if she's okay?
not convinced
it wasn't bad
before
but now this guy is
president
and he has
wives
and the
wives of other men
all seem
to leave
its a critical mess
I tell you
oh well time for another
beer.
finished rambling
going gambling
finding
a pirate from Fiji
to read
or a musical instrument
from Oz.
Any luck
with the way things are going
I'll be the
wizard.
Dorothy, Dorothy
where for the fuck have you gone?
bye.
-x-
Rambling Thong
This rambling goes on
When did I go wrong
I shouldn't have done that
Wore that tight thong
Now that its done I feel so wrong
Just can't stop thinking about it
Keeps rambling on
That thong it looked nice
On the rack in the store
Once I put it on, my ass it did tore
I need a bag of ice
To tame this big sore
Rambling on about that thong in the store
Never again will I put that thing on
I think I'll start a fire and sing it a goodnight song
Just rambling on about how that thong did me wrong
Does this make any sense or is like a country song
Those dudes have a style that screams Just Rambling On
Sense, I have none, I proved myself strong
The swelling went down and I put the thong back on
I spent many days just rambling on
About that torturous thong
I see whats the problem, I was so fucking wrong
Two sizes to small
That was my downfall
Rambling on I sit in awe
This ice pack is soothing for now I must crawl
Buyers beware of that thong on the rack
The clerk didn't check the size when she hung it on the rack
Don't take it home and place it in your crack
You'll be rambling on just like me
I will cut you no slack
Cuz I just warned you you see
This rambling goes on
When did I go wrong
I shouldn't have done that
Wore that tight thong
Now that its done I feel so wrong
Just can't stop thinking about it
Keeps rambling on
That thong it looked nice
On the rack in the store
Once I put it on, my ass it did tore
I need a bag of ice
To tame this big sore
Rambling on about that thong in the store
Never again will I put that thing on
I think I'll start a fire and sing it a goodnight song
Just rambling on about how that thong did me wrong
Does this make any sense or is like a country song
Those dudes have a style that screams Just Rambling On
Sense, I have none, I proved myself strong
The swelling went down and I put the thong back on
I spent many days just rambling on
About that torturous thong
I see whats the problem, I was so fucking wrong
Two sizes to small
That was my downfall
Rambling on I sit in awe
This ice pack is soothing for now I must crawl
Buyers beware of that thong on the rack
The clerk didn't check the size when she hung it on the rack
Don't take it home and place it in your crack
You'll be rambling on just like me
I will cut you no slack
Cuz I just warned you you see
"Kiss with a fist"
Forgive him, Heart,
he does not know,
The pain of his true sin.
Forgive him,Heart,
Where would he go,
If you don't let him in again?
Forgive him, Heart,
He wasn't raised,
To know what's wrong from right.
Forgive him, Heart,
He must be saved,
His anger fronts his fright.
Forgive him, Heart,
You're just as cruel,
You once denied his lips!
Forgive him, Heart,
He's just a fool,
Who kisses with his fist.
Forgive him, Heart,
he does not know,
The pain of his true sin.
Forgive him,Heart,
Where would he go,
If you don't let him in again?
Forgive him, Heart,
He wasn't raised,
To know what's wrong from right.
Forgive him, Heart,
He must be saved,
His anger fronts his fright.
Forgive him, Heart,
You're just as cruel,
You once denied his lips!
Forgive him, Heart,
He's just a fool,
Who kisses with his fist.
Monologue
I: I am tired so tired
Me: yeah you are lazy what can I say
I: you don’t understand
Me: oh yes I do, you hate chores
I: the chores were tedious
Me: yes you had to sweep
I: You know it, I did
Me: she had too much blood
I: You do understand
Me: I do….we do, always
I: Remember the time
Me: when we fell in love
I: I had to have her
Me: I wanted her too
I: I had to be one with her
Me: Yes and inserted me
I: Well into her body
Me: I loved it, we became one
I:Yes, a fulfilment of self
Me: You and I, We and Us
I: I will always be with you
Me: Forever together and true
I: Because we are one and the same
Me: Oh look the white coated man is here
I: Yes he always comes for you
Me: Lets go to him together
I: He is our doctor, remember
Me: Yes but I don’t want to return
I: To the white dungeon
Me: Hold tight while I hold this knife
I: That was swift and he only bled a little
Me: Lets hide him, lets dig a hole…..
I: I am tired so tired
Me: yeah you are lazy what can I say
I: you don’t understand
Me: oh yes I do, you hate chores
I: the chores were tedious
Me: yes you had to sweep
I: You know it, I did
Me: she had too much blood
I: You do understand
Me: I do….we do, always
I: Remember the time
Me: when we fell in love
I: I had to have her
Me: I wanted her too
I: I had to be one with her
Me: Yes and inserted me
I: Well into her body
Me: I loved it, we became one
I:Yes, a fulfilment of self
Me: You and I, We and Us
I: I will always be with you
Me: Forever together and true
I: Because we are one and the same
Me: Oh look the white coated man is here
I: Yes he always comes for you
Me: Lets go to him together
I: He is our doctor, remember
Me: Yes but I don’t want to return
I: To the white dungeon
Me: Hold tight while I hold this knife
I: That was swift and he only bled a little
Me: Lets hide him, lets dig a hole…..
Daddy
I was on my kness pleading, begging him to stop
"you mean nothing to me, I wish you were never born"
Please don’t do this daddy, I love you
"well I hate you, I hope you die you’re a waste of space"
Tears rolled down my face as his hateful words surrounded me
As he looked me in the eyes I saw many things
Hatred
Anger
Shame
His demonic little stare said everything
He hated me and I knew it
But I loved him, he was my dad no matter what
As he put all his force into it as he slapped me
My limp body went flying across the room
I fell back and hit my head on the glass living room door
Glass shattered and flew everywhere
I screamed my little lungs out
"go ahead scream no one can here you, look I'll scream with you aghhhhh somebody help!"
He picked up a lamp and smashed it over my head
I shrieked with pain
Please daddy stop, please!
"your lucky I kept you around these last seven years, you have been nothing but trouble!"
I cowered on the ground as he kicked me multiple times
I heard a crack
I had no breath left to scream
Blood flowed down my face mixed with sweat and tears
As he took one last shot at me I whimpered three last words
Please daddy, don’t
He spat on me and walked away
Leaving me there to die
I was on my kness pleading, begging him to stop
"you mean nothing to me, I wish you were never born"
Please don’t do this daddy, I love you
"well I hate you, I hope you die you’re a waste of space"
Tears rolled down my face as his hateful words surrounded me
As he looked me in the eyes I saw many things
Hatred
Anger
Shame
His demonic little stare said everything
He hated me and I knew it
But I loved him, he was my dad no matter what
As he put all his force into it as he slapped me
My limp body went flying across the room
I fell back and hit my head on the glass living room door
Glass shattered and flew everywhere
I screamed my little lungs out
"go ahead scream no one can here you, look I'll scream with you aghhhhh somebody help!"
He picked up a lamp and smashed it over my head
I shrieked with pain
Please daddy stop, please!
"your lucky I kept you around these last seven years, you have been nothing but trouble!"
I cowered on the ground as he kicked me multiple times
I heard a crack
I had no breath left to scream
Blood flowed down my face mixed with sweat and tears
As he took one last shot at me I whimpered three last words
Please daddy, don’t
He spat on me and walked away
Leaving me there to die
