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[title] => Blood Flower: 8.5 - Tempest (revised & edited)
[time] => 2004-10-08 19:32:15
[hometext] => ~ The Gods Have Spoken ~ It took most of the day, but the revision is acceptible ~ ~ I am allowed to post this one !!! Part 8 awaits you ~
[bodytext] => I wish to extend an apology to any whom I may have offended. The first posting of this piece of the Blood Flower series was ... just a wee bit over the top. Any who wish to make that determination for themselves, are welcome to PM me as I have saved it, and will pass it along if so desired. That said ... this would then be part Eight ... (and 1/2) I have seen evil In its most raw and rarest of forms I have served as witness to The atrocities mankind is capable of I have hunted with The Ripper Overseen countless acts of vengeance Though none have held candle To her father’s repayment for her Loss of innocence She had listened Her sister had recounted much In the time I had given She of course had harbored suspicions But he was after all her father She had tried so desperately not to see Signs of inappropriateness But the truth could not be concealed Once illuminated She was decided He was questioned not, nor defended He was certainly guilty He would now face her viscous judgment She had chosen a new name, Ivy She sat upon his lap ringing my mark With her new moniker His chest began to ooze fluids from Reopened wounds Ivy stood, finished Slapping his cheek as she did so That regained his attention She backed away a pace into the room And seemed to struggle from within Much she wished to say, but where to start? She paced the floor before him Disgust fought rage for purchase within Her amber eyes She began to speak… “I’ve heard about your appetites, Father How many have there been? What number of fallen tears from eyes of those Whom you have professed to love? You have tainted everything you ever held Remember, you once held me” Ivy bade me untie one of his arms She stepped in close She caught his wrist As he thrust out his hand toward her The look on her face changed “You dare to try and touch me even now?” Rage won the inner struggle One by one she laid back his fingers Each one bending, stretching They cracked at first, then broke with A sickening pop She beckoned to me Wanting unbound his other arm Slowly, I did as requested As before, Ivy began folding fingers He was still gagged His screams were being muffled She watched his hands Fingers askew, quiver in his lap For a moment She was not finished He frantically began to attempt escape Flailing arms became a hindrance Accompanied by two loud snaps they hung Shoulders separated from sockets She sat back and searched his eyes as Tears stained his pasty cheeks Then tenderly she cupped his head Within her hands She waited for him To courageously meet her gaze Then she began to press Digging the nails of her fingers Into the flesh of his face She went not deep, just enough to cover She wiggled her fingers Finding purchase, then stripped the flesh From his face Ivy went to the washbasin And cleansed the gore from her body “I have no desire to feed of that I want not any more of his blood within me I wish to leave him here Let him die, nameless and faceless With none left to mourn His passage from this pitiful life Just leave him be.” I stepped to her side Assisting her where ever possible But impeding her more I pulled her lithe form against me Our lips met in passion The creature in the chair faded in and out But his final images that night Were of the daughter he had never had Giving herself to me And with this, I lay the Flower down for some much needed rest [comments] => 6 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Nazmythian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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