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Pleading
they heard her scream
Submitted by artisticthoughts on Fri, 04/13/2012 - 5:49pm
i was listening to this song and got inspired [yes, its the Glee version, i actually like this version better] ~AT
i.
it was a boy and a girl in an alley with cigarette smoke
late at night on a friday
and they heard her scream.
it was her mother, her cries of mourning, her screams
for her youngest daughter that echoed
into the rainy morning and pierced through the
people clad all in black and made the priest momentarily
lose his words, caught in his throat, as he heard
[and saw]
the mother in the front row with her husband and children, yelling out
to God for her daughter.
ii.
it was his left hand that griped her throat and held her
against the cement wall, covered in graffiti, as she
pleaded and cried
as he pushed closer against her and reached down.
it was the barman in the back corner of the reception who felt
like he shouldn't be there, but had been asked by the parents
of the girl whose body he had found
in the dirty back alley behind his bar, late at night
when he heard her scream.
iii.
it was the force of him going into her that made her go limp, hoping
and praying that it would all end soon, that the pain
would just stop as he looked at her with an evil grin,
cigarette held between his lips.
Writer's Block
Submitted by DarkDecember on Wed, 09/15/2010 - 12:10pmNothing will come
From the pointy end
Of my pencil
Graphite, yes
Words, too
But not the right words
The graphite is just that
Graphite
There’s no imagination
No magic
No sparkle
No heart
It’s just graphite
On notebook paper
Why do they do this
The writing gods
Torment me
Tease me
Put ideas
Floating in the very
Fringe of my brain
Just out of range
Close enough to brush
With my fingertips
But not enough to hold on to
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