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[aid] => mick
[title] => a fathers scorn
[time] => 2004-06-04 10:16:27
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[bodytext] => the pub is closed the drunk is out lurking for a victum instead he does not look far comes home to beat his wife as there only child sits high up in her room crying as the screams get louder shes never came down before to look hear father in the face ask him whats he doin and why he hurts her mother but this time its different for she sneeks out of her room walking down the stairs she sees what really goes on in the room the screams of her mother echo through the house and the tears of her child are fallin on the steps finally the father leaves and the mother starts to cry as the child goes in that room to see whats become of her mother nothing but an empty face her mother is not there for she is in a place of pain and wants to be left alone the child goes to bed that night not wanting to be alone but when the morning comes she finds her mother in the tub one slit on the right wrist to bleed all through the floor one slit to the left wrist to make her puls stop layin in the tub she fines her mother finally in peace and she does not want to desturbe her so she leaves her mother alone they barry her in the ground on the eve of a full moon now father does not have a punching bag what will he do to her? the pub is closed the drunk is out lurking for a victum he comes home to find his only child sleeping sweetly in the bed he pulls her up and beats her down till her blood so sweet seeps arcoss his hand then walks into that room and leaves her there alone she realizes she found that place the place of pain her mother saw and every night her father comes to pick her up and beat her down but one night is different for as he opens the door she pulls a triger and hears the shot see his surpised face there is no more pain just this room they've put ther in and now she is at peace she found her happy place [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AmaNdAsHepArD [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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