digging a grave, at your fathers house.
in the back yard he holds a shovel.
he stares at you from the corner,
of his blood shot eyes.
grinning blood.
run through the paint chipped back porch,
through the rusted screen door.
the smell, oh God the smell.
The smell of burnt chocolate cake.
the oven, jesus christ the oven is on.
grease on the knob
375 degrees it reads.
black smoke rises from behind.
open the door....
Oh my God theres a man....
Burnt alive.
Eyes wide open,
mouth agape.
dried black blood in his ears
crusted and chipping.
Jeez you can see his jaw bone.
"Oh there you are my little princess"
heart in your throat, you cant breathe...
a sharp sting on your head.
fall to the floor, crying.
Looking up, he has an ax.
blood stained. and rusted.
scream.
A contest entry
- 1000 points, 1000 pws by Shadow Anonymised.
1000 points, ended November 23, 1039 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
this is 100% true, it was a nightmare i had. this is only half of it.
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Oh yeah... I forgot... the only reason UnicornSparkleVomit can't view this poem is because it's in the category of "abuse"... for some reason when a poem is placed under "abuse" it won't let anyone under 18 view it... I think that should be changed, because not all abuse poems are violent and horrid and what not... the abuse poems I have written have been "anti-child abuse" but I still couldn't put them under abuse because it won't let the younger set view it... anyway... if you just take abuse off your categories she will be able to view it just fine and there won't be any problems
Oh, and don't forget to put this on the group reading list! -
EEEP! *quivers in fear* This read like one of those totally realistic nightmares that you can never seem to wake up from. You know the ones, where every time you turn around to run from one gruesome sight you are only met by a fate much worse. You did a wonderful job of concocting this creepy story! Thanks for entering and good luck!
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from the judge....
I should remove this from the contest because I could not view it which was your only flaw, But darkyinsoul was kind enough to message it to me. I must say the imagery and description is very good, but we have to consider the fact that I couldn't view it.
"Oh my God theres a man....
Burnt alive.
Eyes wide open,
mouth agape.
dried black blood in his ears
crusted and chipping.
Jeez you can see his jaw bone."
My favorite lines. So deliciously yummy.
Good luck.
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