She lay face-down in the soaked earth, pools of tint-red water soaking her figure. Her light tresses matted against her forehead from the river water, and the blood and semen that lay still all over her body. The crack to her skull, left her bare revealing soft mushy brains flecked with white bits of skull. A few feet away from her lay a white smudge on the sand, a pale hand that was no longer part of her.
The air was painfully sticky, the smell of sex and blood and decaying flesh. It was like poison, flooding in and out of his senses. He took a deep breathe, enjoying the lovely fragrance.
She had bled profusely, and now her skin was taking on the hideous shade of blue from the cold ice water he drowned her in. Her limbs were stiff and icy with death, her spine drawn up in a painful bow. The arms, twisted at impossible angles.
She had suffered in her death, tossed through the river currents like a rag-doll. After he threw her in the waves, she was barely alive, and he followed the river which carried her to a small shore.
He had done much damage to her, but now she was inflicted by sharp rocks and ice water. He smiled at the thought of her pain. Not just regular pain-but horrific pain, pain that had wrenched screams and blood curling cries from her throat while he beat her, and enjoyed her womanhood. Then the river took hold, thrashing her against sharp rocks and pooling her lungs with freezing water and suffocating her. He flicked his cigarette onto her pale white and blue face, and walked away thinking of how good his day was going.
When he got home though, he realized that in her struggle she knocked over his fish bowl, all the fish now lay dead on the floor. He became quiet in an instant, and slipped into sadness over his dead goldfish.
A contest entry
- dark poems by speakno3vil.
308 points, ended December 9, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Uhh, its more of a story than poem but w/e.
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HOLY HELL THIS WAS AMAZING!
Very dark and sadistic, i love how the reader felt as if they were in his head, seeing what HE say, feeling what HE felt.....kudos
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i freaking loved the ending- made me laugh out loud, seriously. ha- greatness. good luck in the contest!
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Ahhhhhh.....YA!!! This was beyond demented!!! It takes a hell of a twisted mind to write like this...I LIKE IT!!! Of course now I am scared shitless and won't sleep all night but it was worth it!! Good luck in the contest......
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This is sick! Twisted and demented...
But it totally fits into this contest, no one else has entered yet but I'd say you won the gold.
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thank you for your submission. this was great, even if it wasnt a poem, i dont care about the style as long as its good and it was. i especialy like the part about the gold fish.
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