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My mother's sin
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My mother's sin |
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Adriahh Junior Member
since 2000-02-09
Posts 18 |
I wrote this when I was about 17 I think, it's an oldie, and I've since stopped writing anything personal to me, but maybe this will help, posting, I dunno... Don't let it upset you, it's teenage angst talking  My mother, my father, my mentor my zeus, from these things I was born, from the loins and their juice. Don't let him touch me, keep him away from me. tear at my mind, rip away my sanity. Beating me fiercly with vicious untruths. Proving again that her mind is obtuse. Why in the world was she letting him in? Haunting and hurting and making me sin. begging and pleading ,please send him away. Dreaming that someday that monster would pay. coating my body with red liquid heat, burgundy stipples are staining my feet. Oh freaky little porcupine, come eat the hedgehog in my mind. |
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Shelley Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 263Ohio, USA |
There is alot to be said for a 17 year old how can write like this. I hope posting this will bring you some healing. I have found that most scars, when nurtured, brings out a character worth knowing. I like your chose of words....nice job! |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
I hope this helped the healing process when you were 17...this is a very painful subject indeed... Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
Your words paint a graphic scene in my mind. It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley |
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