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Blood on the Family Tree

Red candy syrup stains the white wall.
Oh how lovely it looks.
There's some on my hand as well.
Deary me, it's pretty.

I jut the knife in.
So that's where it comes from.
My eyes, the killer.
At age ten.

The heat rises off the red hot fudge.
That pale flesh, ice cream.
I just want to take a spoon and eat it all up.
It looks tasty.

I watch as it flows aplenty.
Wondering what would happen.
Then rip goes the arm.
I smile at age twenty....

A child from my womb now.
Never knowing what I have done.
I hide it all away...
In the flame it burns.

I smile gently to the little birdie.
She'll never know what mommy has done.
I hold her close as she grows in life.
Peaceful now that I'm thirty.

As she grows
I wish to show her someday.
How little kiddies
should really play.....





I won't though......







Squealing at the crunch of bones.

My mommy will never know.....

That her little girl's
best friend is a dead crow.











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  • SongOfSilence
    June 13, 2008

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    "Blood on the family tree"

    I love the title ^-^ And the rest of this write too!
    The girl is just ten?! O__o
    Man.. the detail you put into this! =] "The crunch of bones..." "red candy syrup..." The imagry is intense.. ^^



    this write scares the hel outta meh..
    but thats a good thing ^.^


    -Seth


    • Inverted-Hearts
      June 13, 2008
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      Thanks, it was for a contest...but as you can see, it didn't go anywhere...oh well, thanks for reading!


  • romanticlyhopeless
    February 21, 2008

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    great write i love the cryptic nature of it
    how it tells a continuing story
    my favorite line was
    "As she grows
    I wish to show her someday.
    How little kiddies
    should really play....."
    it gives the poem a sort of timeless thing....what i mean is if this poem were really old then you can still consider the idea of continued generations....like the story never ends....
    good job!

    -jessi

  • WoundedSoul
    February 20, 2008
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    What a creepy poem...


    • Inverted-Hearts
      February 20, 2008
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      from a creepy mind....yes yes that seems to fit the bill! thanks for reading!


  • nick.
    February 19, 2008
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    wow this poem is awesome...
    i just love it.
    such sadistic minds... hehe...


  • Synthetic-Nightmare
    February 19, 2008

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    HA!

    BRILLIANT!
    Wow.....
    this was fuckin eery and twisted as hell.....
    i'm very amazed at the sadistic nature of this piece,
    as well.....
    as the continuation of the killing cycle
    ha,
    kudos and thanks for your entry!

    • Inverted-Hearts
      February 20, 2008
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      Ahh, yes, I worry sometimes at how much fun I have writing these things!
      I love the contest, and thanks for reading!

      Have tons of fun bathing in the bloodbath you call a contest >)

  • Mishi Mushi
    February 19, 2008
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    I definitely love this poem. It's so...I don't know how to describe it...I love this poem

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