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Street Poet
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0 posted 2010-11-29 06:00 PM


We're in a van
I don't know where we're going
I can't see because both of my eyes are swollen shut
They have my hands and feet chained so I can't run or fight back

He said "Where's the money Al?"
Before I could respond
He connects with a bone crushing blow to my face
If my jaw wasn't broken
I'd tell him to go **** himself

I told him I didn't have the money a torturous hour ago
Maybe he didn't hear me
As I struggled to speak because I was choking on my own blood
They don't believe me, because I'm a crook just like them

I know I'm gonna die, that's just the how this game is played
When the money is lost, people must die until it's found
There's a dead fish smell in here, we must be near the lake
The van stops, the doors open, three guys pick up my beaten body

One guy says "make sure the blocks are on there tight"
I think they're chaining Cinder blocks to my feet
I can hear the crashing of the waves
They throw me over the edge of the cliff

I can feel that moment of weightlessness
Right before the Cinder Blocks drag me to my watery grave
SPLASH... I sink to the bottom of the lake
Fish and algae are brushing against my face

I hold my breath as long as I can
The ice cold water starts filling up my warm lungs
My life force is starting to swim away
Death is  my new residence

Then I wake up, it's dark, just a moonlight
I stand up and I'm surrounded by tall grass and trees
My body is completely healed, not even a scratch
A wolf with cold black eyes approaches me and says "Welcome to the Inferno"

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Andrew Scott
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1 posted 2010-11-29 11:57 PM


Interesting... I'd like to see where this leads. Though that last line definitly lets the reader know you didn't stop sinking at the bottom of the ocean. The beginning reminded me of an old Cheech and Chong routine about an old man who is being tortured to "sign zee papers." But he responds, "I can't sign the papers because you have broken all of my fingers." I guess your friends didn't get their money either. That'll teach them to kill you.

"We'll chase them like rats across the tundra."

[This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (11-30-2010 12:01 AM).]

Paula Finn
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missouri
2 posted 2010-11-30 12:07 PM


OOO so chilling!! I enjoyed it very much.
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