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31 Years, To The Day
Contributed by
evolon
on
Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 02:15:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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He walks, Walking a dark street. as she stalked, stalking like rabbit lioness with scent of fresh meat. Srolling, whistling not a care in the world Not at all realizing lurking in the shadows, a determined girl fire in her eyes, enraged by love hidden in her heart tonite to reunite after so long apart camoflauged in darkness she follows his lead by several feet Tongue slides across her teeth, patient, on her prey conspiring for weeks she approaches, approaches so precise only seperated by a few steps and the calming air of the night
ingulfed, in his own comfort he turns and speaks " Hey beautiful! why so late out on these dark streets?" No reply words silent just the grit of her teeth
Bewildered by her silence he questioned "are you O.K." A silent mutter she speaks "It's been 31 years, to the day" Uneased by the situation, he turns with a goodbye and continues on his path In a soul possessing voice she omits "you look just like your,..... DAD"
He returns, her face cant be seen under the hood the intamate location made lighting bad curiousity overwhelmed him for stories, of the father he never had walking back towards her he puts down his bag
firmly he speaks "tell me what you know" his screams echo the streets as she delivers a single blow
He falls to his knees with a rusted knife imbedded in his chest she rushes to his side craddles his head on her breast whispers,"dont die until you hear my story, with your few dieing breaths"
" 31 years, to the day started a series of rapes All my fears,my tears confronted in the form of friendly face He viciously ravaged my body with a rusted knife to my face pregnant at 13 my pparents kicked me out their place"
Why didnt they listen I told them several times they claim my story wasnt fitting i tryed to block it from my mind
Four days later after the birth my child was wisked off for adoption i threw things, i screamed. All they said "there is no other option!"
Now, at 43 years old my pyschiatrist says "i have to deal with everything that holds" Uncle larry died 5 years ago i've been told
I can only find peace if, these bonds embrace death This is the knife of rape resting in your chest ya see abortion was my option your 30 years late for your death " I love you, my son" as she twisted the knife deeper into his chest.
Please believe me my son i do this all in love This life wasnt ment to be your my child of double flesh, double blood
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evolon
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2006-09-06 02:15:29] (Date/Time posted on
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