Child-like Explorations
Part III of III
Should he stay, clean up evidence, blood, body
and semen?
How often is an abandoned building visited, especially
in the Summer? Only her and he participated in the
twisted circumstance, one forcefully, one unwillingly.
Fortunately, for him, there was an alibi, a cloudy night
sky to conceal his retreat, plus to his relief she died
during his second sexual trek; father turned pedophile,
turned necrophile.
He turned over her lifeless body, placed his head on her
chest to listen; nothing. Maybe she was sleeping, he
thought, so he began creeping, looking for a way out.
The final would be the second, til then, he needed a
first so he panned surroundings for a weapon. An old
mirror lay merely inches away so he smashed it, pieces,
as he had done her esteem years before leading to this
horrific day. Before slashing her throat he remembered
telling her they were going off to find a new place
to play, a secret place, one only they knew existed;
an expensive price to pay for believing in your father...
No longer did thoughts of laughter run through his mind,
only thoughts of fleeing. They only thing remaining, his
satisfaction knowing he finally explored his warped
imagination concerning his daughter; his only.
The trap snaring, catching him was lust,
for her, it was trust...
Should he stay, clean up evidence, blood, body
and semen?
How often is an abandoned building visited, especially
in the Summer? Only her and he participated in the
twisted circumstance, one forcefully, one unwillingly.
Fortunately, for him, there was an alibi, a cloudy night
sky to conceal his retreat, plus to his relief she died
during his second sexual trek; father turned pedophile,
turned necrophile.
He turned over her lifeless body, placed his head on her
chest to listen; nothing. Maybe she was sleeping, he
thought, so he began creeping, looking for a way out.
The final would be the second, til then, he needed a
first so he panned surroundings for a weapon. An old
mirror lay merely inches away so he smashed it, pieces,
as he had done her esteem years before leading to this
horrific day. Before slashing her throat he remembered
telling her they were going off to find a new place
to play, a secret place, one only they knew existed;
an expensive price to pay for believing in your father...
No longer did thoughts of laughter run through his mind,
only thoughts of fleeing. They only thing remaining, his
satisfaction knowing he finally explored his warped
imagination concerning his daughter; his only.
The trap snaring, catching him was lust,
for her, it was trust...
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 8:17:00 PM
damn you and your words B!!!! powerful, vicious, heart-wrenching piece. imagine for a second that someone else wrote this piece. as a father, how would it make you feel if you were to read it?
ugggggggg
uuuuuugggg
damn, I cannot even comprehend what would inspire you to write this subject matter.
the writing is ok but the intensity of the atrocity is hard to stomach.
yeah I know this shit happens...but still.w
all 3 versions, hard to forget.
i have said before, your perspective....its almost surreal.
great writing, frightening, uncomfortable, horrific...but great.