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[title] => CHiLDHooD iNNoCeNCe (VoL. 2)
[time] => 2004-06-05 16:01:57
[hometext] => This is part two of of my longed and most diverse poem... I'm still not sure why I'm submitting it, but oh well. The first part wasnt so bad, but this is where most people stop reading...Thank you!
[bodytext] => He stumbled and pushed through the oak door And then came to a screatching hault His image swaggering in the darkness The look of a monster glared through his eyes. She sat quietly staring through the night Hoping he would just turn and go With a shiver and a whispered whimper of a coward She slumped down under the covers some more. He tip-toed across the wooden floor boards And slid his body into the bed Then violently he shook her little body to "conscieousness" And began his inbred affair. She knew not to fight it Or the consequences would be more painful then any of this So, she closed her blue eyes and silently cried And waited for the nightmare to end. When he was done with this "worthless child" He left her huddled and hiding in dispair Without even a second thought He left her there without a care. She closed her bloodshot and bleeding eyelids And found herself drifting off to a restless sleep The embarrassment and humiliation of this night She vowed would be the only secret she'd always keep... (To Be Continued) [comments] => 5 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 31 [informant] => strange_lindsey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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