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That left me in s h a m b l e s;
My part was in the hide and yours in the seek.

The dark corners were the safest place to stay
Until I saw your silhouette in the hallway,
You’d come to find me some hours later,
Smiling that cigarette smile.

The kiss that came with the smile was like an antidepressant
Leaving me numb to the point where I didn’t mind you
Dragging me up the stairs.
But the feeling came back when we reached the top,
And so did the penniless thoughts.

The accusations came soon after,
And the denials of where you’d been,
But the little girl lay on the bed, bleeding.

Had you found her the same way?
I could just see your fingerprints on her skin,
The abuse that you had left in her hair.
She was just like me.

The familiarity was in the bruises.
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They call it Youth

Contributed by keilantra on Tuesday, 18th July 2006 @ 10:51:07 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

It was the cruelty of the game
That left me in s h a m b l e s;
My part was in the hide and yours in the seek.

The dark corners were the safest place to stay
Until I saw your silhouette in the hallway,
You’d come to find me some hours later,
Smiling that cigarette smile.

The kiss that came with the smile was like an antidepressant
Leaving me numb to the point where I didn’t mind you
Dragging me up the stairs.
But the feeling came back when we reached the top,
And so did the penniless thoughts.

The accusations came soon after,
And the denials of where you’d been,
But the little girl lay on the bed, bleeding.

Had you found her the same way?
I could just see your fingerprints on her skin,
The abuse that you had left in her hair.
She was just like me.

The familiarity was in the bruises.

Copyright Â© keilantra ... [ 2006-07-18 22:51:07]
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Re: They call it Youth (User Rating: 1 )
by wrdz on Wednesday, 19th July 2006 @ 04:28:14 PM AEST
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Not much good can be said of child abuse. Thank you for having the strength to write about it. And thank you for sharing it. wrdz

Re: They call it Youth (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 19th July 2006 @ 06:19:07 PM AEST
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This piece is put together so masterfully in that it captures the helplessness in cornered hiding from the vile and seeking cigarette smile. Instead of "but he lied" I wish it would have had the happy ending, "but he died!" Justice is like a boomerang. At least I hope so.
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