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[sid] => 69989
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Blood Upon Her Jeans
[time] => 2004-11-03 13:55:43
[hometext] => A little late for Halloween, but the stuff of nightmares all the same.
[bodytext] => There was once a young girl crying at an airport Slumped there in despair upon the ground She may have just been left to sob forever But by a young bus driver she was found. He picked her up and asked her of her problems Her sad story she started to relate That is how this couple found each other The moment that did seal both their fate! Her two children just sat there glum and silent She said the beatings were too much to take So she packed their bags and ran off to the airport Hoping she could have a swift clean break. The cash to fly away was in her pocket. The passports, all in order, in her hand To escape a long time cruel abusive husband That was the single thought now that she planned But this driver saw a spark of light within her Which stirred a deep emotion in his heart He knew he wanted her to stay forever And never once again to be apart Maybe her skin was bruised, her hair was ruffled, On her jeans and top were bloodstains plain to see But the driver felt for her such pain and sadness he knew with her was where he ought to be And so with much kindness and love a plenty He took her to a nearby hotel. And left her there with a note of his number So she could phone him and let him know all was well The next day while in bed he heard a ringing The girl had decided that she would call She said she had moved on but she must see him He knew that this was not the time to stall. He asked her where she was and so she told him She had moved on to a far away hotel And so he packed his bags and went to see her. But decided there was no one he should tell. On arrival there she met him in reception She smiled as she led him to the room He told her that he had so many questions And she told him they would all be answered soon. Once in the room he met again the children, Who originally he thought were rather nice But suddenly he found much to his horror That the children were both sitting there with knives! His world had suddenly just turned to horror This girl was not the creature of his dreams! She walked to him with razor blade concealed And added to the blood upon her jeans! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 31 [informant] => pander [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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