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Drip Drip Drip

May 29, 2014
By Meonly BRONZE, Granite Falls, Minnesota
Meonly BRONZE, Granite Falls, Minnesota
4 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Drip drip drip.
CRACKLE, THUNDER, POP!
I ran out the door screaming in tears
It was only my dad beating my mom again.
As she lay there in red pools.
I played Arthur and pulled out the knife with all my might.
I was a child you see,
Blood on the ceiling,
Blood on my feet,
Blood all over it was a gore.
It was a murder scene.
Ring ring ring,
Who could that be.
Steve ran!
The cops came and there I sat driving myself insane.
I took the blame.
Day in day out the cellar was cold.
The small crack of sunlight was deceiving me so.
Steve was never to be seen as I little Freddy sat here in this cold cold, dark box of empty.
No one believed
No one seen
I was stuck
I was mad
There I sat contemplating ways to rid my sad.
Rip Rip Rip
I tired some knots
There I went
After that,
Little Freddy hanged.


The author's comments:
felt dark and angry

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KingFoe SILVER said...
on Jun. 4 2014 at 11:53 pm
KingFoe SILVER, Morristown, New Jersey
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judge it, the poem, if that wan't clear

KingFoe SILVER said...
on Jun. 4 2014 at 11:52 pm
KingFoe SILVER, Morristown, New Jersey
6 articles 0 photos 42 comments
really dark, i don't really know how to judge. It is obvious that it could be improved and changed, but I think it has some great parts too. The way the story in it progresses is cool too. Overall, good job