The sands of time haven't much left in them.
Not for her, at any rate.
She's been too battered, too neglected
too bereft of comfort and companionship
to imagine taking any more time.
Time is merely the measure of the day,
but sometimes the measurements don't hold true.
A day is an eternity of pain
and an hour is a tour of hell.
Minutes are like waiting at the DMV
with razors in your Birkenstocks,
and every second she takes it
is like killing herself with patience.
And she's lost all of her patience.
So she gathers what few good memories she can,
squeezing out a birthday party,
a weekend camp with a local church,
along with every thought of her Mother
and crosses the desert of her room.
She sits in that little doll chair that her mother loved.
And she waits for him to come.
It's that time, and she heard him latch the door,
and she knew what that meant
ever since she was eleven.
It's been five years since her mother died.
She'd been "home-schooled" since.
He was her fucking father, but to him
she was little more than property.
Worth far less than the house, of course,
less than the car,
less than the gold watches,
less than the imported clothing...
And less than the .38 Smith and Wesson
carefully tucked into her bathrobe
the one he bought her, silky, radiant,
and only wearable for him.
It felt odd in the pocket and were she not sitting
would have pulled at the garment terribly.
She had learned every lesson he taught,
but now class was out, and tonight...
Tonight she will see her mother again.
Tonight she will be at complete peace.
In her mind the vultures soar above her,
and they all have his face, and his voice
and they call to her in a fervent chant.
Tonight, they will both become statistics.
Author notes
Written for those that don't make it, for the ones that fall through the cracks in the system. I was just about state raised and I knew a lot of kids that went through too much. I even still have a few obituaries. Laws are great, it's the punishments that suck. Death by red hot poker.
A contest entry
- Write Me To Tears by SilentMoonlight.
2700 points, ended November 3, 2008, 65 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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I want to expand, any ideas?
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Don't expand or change this its perfect as it is.
This was melancholic and striking making me feel pain and sorrow because I known how often this happens and there's just nothing we can do to stop it. I do blame the laws though; a friend of mine was molested and pressed charges and after about a year and a half all the ever did was give her a restraining order against him that never worked.
Thanks for entering amazing write! -
Powerful
Alright, you do have such a dark and twisted side to you, but I already knew that, it's just nice that you put it out there for others to read. This was STRONG. You kept the same emotion going for the reader through the whole write and even threw in a couple of new ones, but the main underlying emotion was there all the way. You know what I am going to say. I love it, not the subject matter, but the write itself!!!
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