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Blood Hand Prints

Contributed by addicted2selfharm on Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 10:32:33 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry




The blood hand prints on the bath wall.
It wasn't an accident, she didn't fall.
Just another lie to keep him safe.
The clear warm water, has been stained red.
As she lies in a liquid trance, she wishes she were dead.
She moves her mangled body up out of the tub, gets a towel, that is now stained in blood.
Maybe he went too far, maybe it was the wrong time....
All she wanted to have was something special with the man she loved, but I guess he didn't feel the same.
Her stomach was bleeding, while their child inside her is slowly dying.
While she lies on the floor, wrapped in a now red towel, she thinks how their life could have been with a precious child.
But I guess taking that big of a responsibility was too much to ask....because you took our baby's life...




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Re: Blood Hand Prints (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 10:33:47 AM AEST
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dark and grim, a job well done with this
pixie xx


Re: Blood Hand Prints (User Rating: 1 )
by TaintedSoul on Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 10:44:58 AM AEST
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Oh my ... this is so very sad! Intense write.

peace
TS


Re: Blood Hand Prints (User Rating: 1 )
by vampyrekiss on Wednesday, 22nd December 2004 @ 10:45:58 AM AEST
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wow that was really intanse and if this really did happen im turly sorry for your pain and if it isnt then wow that wasamazing you could almost feel her pain :) good job
Vampyre




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