Basement lit by only a single dangling sixty watt bulb
dimly exposing the old ratty bed with those handcuffs on each post,
violation's screams still eat his gut from when the orphanage director,
an old man with soft eyes and a devil heart, showed him hell,
when not being forced to watch the man's passion for dissecting strays alive.
Fate left a window open so Arnie escaped, running away from the city,
finding refuge on a farm where the farmer and his family made him feel loved,
enough to partake in the gory practice of slaughtering sheep,
even now he couldn't forget the blood soaked soil, smell and their horrible cries
as if that stain would never leave his hands.
It never bothered him as much as returning from an errand
to find them mutilated so bad he couldn't tell what limb belonged to whom,
then seeing that pot on the stove filled with half eaten eyes and organs,
a stew that made him totally vomit till he passed out.
Setting fire to the house never ended the nightmare
when he took the truck and left for the city,
being discovered sleeping in its cab
by a sadistic cop who beat him senseless, just because.
Rescued by a kindly old butcher and given a job as helper,
poor gentle man was short on funds for filling his meat order
So Arnie desperately tried to help both the man and other suffering souls.
Searching for people so unhappy,
abducting them and taking them to butcher shop's back room.
Pity they never said thank you for his end of their pain
while he fed them alive to a meat grinder.
At least the butcher is now so popular for his ground meat
and Arnie continues his vigil for helping working folks with bloody mercy,
perhaps someday you too
will end up remembered as the taste of raw or well done.
A contest entry
- Story time (tell me a story with blood or love) by Nadala.
450 points, ended April 7, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very gory and very well done I loved every line of it best of luck in the contest.
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Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed my take on this idea. It as definitely not my normal write. Thank you for having such a challenging contest.
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Holy Moly!
-puts down burger and drops fry from mouth-
I will not look at another piece of meat the
same way again...
-writes on to do list-
Powerful story You have penned Sweetness
Holds stomach~~
I'm alright...no worries
(now I know what David Baxter might have felt like when he turned a little green)
Loved this one~~
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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I guess that would give a whole new meaning to the idea of a burger being your friend. Never would have expected it to be literal huh? Thank you love. Shall we go for lunch? Do we need to ask what they mean by a hundred per cent all meat?
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You are not kidding
or it tastes like chicken but smells like...
burnt hair..
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If you open the bun and see a tongue, don't assume it was for a cow.
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