Oh Father forgive me, I’ve killed a man
today. And what is worse is that I will
do it again, and again, and again.
I have liquefied your lungs into
a gelatinous puss, Father.
I set off C4 around the kidneys
so the toxins will devour you whole.
I raise boils and blisters upon your
skin, upon your hands...
those same hands that just now
have blessed communion wafers.
I melt your personality and bathe
in the juices of your faltering eyes.
Do you know how it feels to have a
hot poker rammed into your rectum,
Father? No? You do now that I have
penetrated your bowels.
I’m afraid your prayers won’t save you, Father,
your god doesn’t hear. Your god doesn’t care.
A contest entry
- Jury of Your Peers~~#36~~ by islekine.
730 points, ended November 23, 2009, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please give me your thoughts ^_^
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Ouch!
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And I thought Koontz was sick...
lol...I hope you marked this as "adult" I forgot to request no adult...I have a lot of younger friends...
But...well penned...and best wishes!
and
YOU MAY SEND YOUR VOTES ANYTIME...
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Remind me not to meet you on a dark night.
Excellent reading.
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ROFL!!! This isn't even her most disturbing wrote
I won't say anything other than, I still can't each cherry yogurt withour cringing
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Oui! Applause ! !
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I love the notion of a preist handing out the lords blessings laced with ebola! o.o You are the master of poetic horror, Stephen King would be proud of your descriptive genuis Good Luck in the contest!!!!!
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