Price To Pay

My hands drip with your blood- aching and burning and twitching from holding the knives so so so long...

I wonder if i should have thought it through a bit better....

No. You are dead.
Gone.
Out of my life for good this time.

But then... No.
Your gone...
But you once told me... no.
Forget you.
Focus on the future. How much better it will be without you.

Free of torment and misery. Free
of your horrific sweet talk and loving touchs and kisses of love and sweetness and you hugs that seemed to last a lifetime of warmth and happiness... No.
Forget this.


No mother is small price to pay.





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the_Horsegirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 23, 2010 at 4:15 pm
Oh, that's so creepy, really good! I love how you infused such finality and eerie stillness into the words. I'm going to have nightmare's about this poem tonight. (that's a compliment! Very well done!)
 
shmegles said...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 11:57 pm
well goodness....this was creepy
it was good
but really creepy.
 
Mickie-Heart replied...
Jun. 12, 2010 at 7:48 pm
Thanks, I enjoy writing horror and scary stories:there are more to come.
 
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