He hangs in the closet by his little arms wrapped in ductape
Wriggling, trying to get free
As daddy opened the door
a leather belt in hand
A swing from daddy's belt will shut him up
Daddy propels his hand back
the belt smashes into the childs skin
Ripping and tearing the boys skin
The scream from the child an echo of pain is silenced
as droplets of blood speckle the carpet
The little boy dangles lifeless and limp
Author notes
this is not about my family at all i wrote it after watching the news.
still a work in progress
What did you think
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Ah..so much depth you wrapped here in the words..making me to think about the role played by the Daddy..very heartfelt work indeed..thanks for sharing..
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I think this works just as it is, its short but it creates a vivid picture, you can almost build your own story around it, i thought this was very good, you are now one of my new favorites. xx
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Good so far
I'm interested to see how it turns out...
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tragic but to true a stark reality of todays society i think you wrote this well to the point without to much grapich imagery just enough to get the words across well done xx
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Good write, abuse is so bad. Course for me getting the belt was a common thing back when I was growing up, but you describe this scene very well. Expand upon it even further and let the child's voice come out in your write. Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
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Thank you. I am going to be putting more of the childs voice into the poem i just need to figure out the best way for that.
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I like the poem.
I like the words you choose here.
Well done
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