The humming of a cotton candy machine
and songs from the carousel on repeat,
Ring through unattentive ears,
All revved up with no where to go,
Busy seagulls, quaking and chirping, searching the sea of amusement.
With oodles of ticketers preying on victims,
and janitors mopping up regurgitated pizza.
The sun takes advantage
on this dusty, rusty day.
And oozes sweat from cooking face painted skin.
This is a place where you'll receive every character imaginable-
pissing pants cowards,
anxious parents,
drunken juveniles,
puking adventurers,
plump children with humongous 3 scoop cones,
Dancing clowns,
infants in strollers,
old folks in diapers,
Fast talking contrasts with top hats and stuffed animals
Screaming, "Everyone wins!".
But if everyone wins why are there so many toys left on the walls?
Innocent preteens who've lost their guardians in the crowd,
And mysterious fellows lurking in the carnival shadows.
Suddenly worlds collide,
As swift as a turn of the marry-go-round,
stolen & clever like the look on a kleptomaniac's face while walking away from a souvenir stand with more than what they came with.
Gone past the shortcake booth,
Dashing past the pig races,
whirling through the exit of the ticket both,
and down the street,
walks the pedophile and the juvenile.
Turning up his collar as they round the corner to the black
van parallel parked.
He unlocks the door with a jagged key, eyeing up his
witnesses.
The lock clicks,
and he ushers her in as she trips on the gravel and whimpers to herself holding back the tears.
He lights a cigarette hastily,
blowing the first puff of menthol directly into the child's
eyes.
"Try anything funny and I'll shoot your fucking head off! Got it?"
She nods her head to the floor and kicks around the ash
with her tennis shoe.
He parks in a local ghetto and strips her dainty body,
Tells her awkwardly that she's very pretty and asks for her to call him 'Daddy'.
Her freckles were glowing madly and the flyaways of her braids looked as if she had been struck with a thousand volts of electricity.
He kissed her virgin body roughly, the ingrown hairs felt like sand paper to her skin.
He shut the curtains of his van and undid her blouse.
He raped her of her dignity with a wet hand clenching her lips, sturdy and unmoveable.
The pain was inconceivable.
She tried to picture an hour ago where she had joked about the chicken who crossed the road with her younger brother in a line for an amusement ride.
She closed her eyes and let the tears stream down like warm blood over her cheeks and into her nose.
Thirty minutes later as if it were over.
Yet only gun powder perfume would end it all,
As her hands were tied to the car seat with velvet ropes,
A nine caliber pistol was pointed to her temple and who knew that a small click and a huge bang could steal someone's memories,emotions,and thoughts,steal someone's life in an instant.
"Goodbye, my little sex kitten."
were the last words she did hear.
He sprawled her lifeless form across the railroad tracks next to the fair grounds.
Casually abandoned for god to see,
And the innocent's parents to look upon her in the morning with a scream that would echo for miles.
Cotton candy and steam would still pollute the air,
And the masterpiece of the young girl's shredded body would be laid to rest in a fresh rusted iron grave, with his fingerprints outlining the parts of her anatomy he tortured.
Author notes
Written September 2nd, 2004
A contest entry
- Dark,Angst, Hope Contest, inspiring by Lacer.
300 points, ended September 4, 2004, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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holy shit. you are by far the most talented girl ever. very impressive. i love your work. your words tend to pull me into another world, a world with a better view of tragic problems in real life. -
This really really scared me, and such great talent at a young age. I thought at first, it would be about the fun of a funfair ... and then my heart sank as I continued reading ...
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When I first saw this in the list of your poems, I almost didn't read it--but now I'm really glad I did....its tragic, really.
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i agree with jackiestarmer i cant believe your only 16 with the few poems i've read they are consistent - they are visual - you use wild lines that seem to enhance the story... you are very talented
billy
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I cant believe your 16 , this was so visual and intence
the ending powerfulAnd the masterpiece of the young girl's shredded body would be laid to rest in a fresh rusted iron grave, with his fingerprints outlining the parts of her anatomy he tortured.Great read fantastic write.
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To tell the truth when I first looked at the titles of some of your stuff I was almost positively certain I would hate it. But I knew I needed to read it for the contest so I coudl comment on it. Then I selected this one because it looked like the most bearable and was very IMPRESSED. You have some real talent and the plotline is just the kind of style I enjoy reading. the descriptions far surpassed anythind I was expecting, matter of fact they surpassed most of the poems I had read for the past couple weeks. You tell the story very well and it is very sick and demented, some of the descriptions really kept me gripped and the pieces tells a story which is something I like. It was long but it needed to be long and near the end I hardly wanted it to end. Great job,
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Jesus...
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Very Very Deep. It's sad that things like this happen. It's cruel and cowardly what some people must do to get pleasure. I like this write a lot, its interesting and something I havent really read yet on this site. Awesome write, sad story.
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i liked htis nice job -lacer
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OOOOOOOOh...... almost to awrful to read! I dont mean your writing, I mean the story in it. But it happens and we cant all just never speak/read/write about it and pretend it will go away.
I think you wrote well although you might want to double check for typo's? I was hooked on the first few paragraphs and couldn't stop reading after that.
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