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31 Years, To The Day
Contributed by
evolon
on
Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 02:15:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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He walks, Walking a dark street.
as she stalked, stalking like rabbit lioness
with scent of fresh meat.
Srolling, whistling not a care in the world
Not at all realizing
lurking in the shadows, a determined girl
fire in her eyes, enraged by love hidden in her heart
tonite to reunite after so long apart
camoflauged in darkness
she follows his lead by several feet
Tongue slides across her teeth, patient,
on her prey conspiring for weeks
she approaches, approaches so precise
only seperated by a few steps
and the calming air of the night
ingulfed, in his own comfort
he turns and speaks
" Hey beautiful! why so late out
on these dark streets?"
No reply words silent
just the grit of her teeth
Bewildered by her silence he questioned
"are you O.K."
A silent mutter she speaks
"It's been 31 years, to the day"
Uneased by the situation, he turns with a goodbye
and continues on his path
In a soul possessing voice she omits
"you look just like your,..... DAD"
He returns, her face cant be seen under the hood
the intamate location made lighting bad
curiousity overwhelmed him for stories,
of the father he never had
walking back towards her
he puts down his bag
firmly he speaks
"tell me what you know"
his screams echo the streets
as she delivers a single blow
He falls to his knees
with a rusted knife imbedded in his chest
she rushes to his side
craddles his head on her breast
whispers,"dont die until you hear my story,
with your few dieing breaths"
" 31 years, to the day
started a series of rapes
All my fears,my tears
confronted in the form of friendly face
He viciously ravaged my body
with a rusted knife to my face
pregnant at 13
my pparents kicked me out their place"
Why didnt they listen
I told them several times
they claim my story wasnt fitting
i tryed to block it from my mind
Four days later after the birth
my child was wisked off for adoption
i threw things, i screamed. All they said
"there is no other option!"
Now, at 43 years old
my pyschiatrist says
"i have to deal with everything that holds"
Uncle larry died 5 years ago
i've been told
I can only find peace if,
these bonds embrace death
This is the knife of
rape resting in your chest
ya see abortion was my option
your 30 years late for your death
" I love you, my son" as she twisted the knife
deeper into his chest.
Please believe me my son
i do this all in love
This life wasnt ment to be
your my child of double flesh, double blood
Copyright ©
evolon
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2006-09-06 02:15:29]
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