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Polly

A nobody 
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
Stalking girls
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass 
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Telling her
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Later returning
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of  her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet 
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud

5-28-2013

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/10/2015 7:32:00 AM
Great disturbing write, Orlin.
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Date: 11/9/2015 1:13:00 PM
Nice HM, Orlin. SKAT
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Date: 6/10/2013 7:24:00 PM
Okay... this is scary to the point I feel queasy. Congrats. Now I need herbal tea. Or a third lock on my door. Holy crap!
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Date: 6/10/2013 2:22:00 PM
EEekk...yours is the darkest story I have yet read for this contest! Whoa...... dark and a true horror story.
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Date: 6/10/2013 2:16:00 PM
Too real, sounds to much like it's been done or it wants to be done. Very good writing but ..ohhhhhh..awful. Congrad's on your win Light & Love , Light & Love, Light & Love, Light & Love, Light & Love, Light & Love, Light & Love
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Cyndi Macmillan
Date: 6/10/2013 7:22:00 PM
I was tired. Really tired... now, if you saw me, you'd laugh, I think. I look like a ten year old who snuck down the stairs to watch HALLOWEEN while her parents were sleeping. I.... I... light and love and love and light and light...
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 6/10/2013 2:17:00 PM
Light & Love Light & Love Light & Love
Date: 6/10/2013 2:06:00 PM
congrats in Roy's contest............. SKAT
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Date: 6/10/2013 1:16:00 PM
I shall not sleep for a week reading these winning poems.. congratulations oh scary one xx
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Date: 6/4/2013 9:47:00 PM
Did u write this about THE Polly? Or just a story? Very curious...
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Orlin Collier
Date: 6/5/2013 6:54:00 PM
its just a story
Date: 5/29/2013 12:37:00 PM
How to repair a damaged soul, a soul dipped in despair, a soul with ragged edges, bleeding out life; a soul left in the garbage dump of life? My god, how does one endure? Perhaps and don't hold me to this... by doing good for others.
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Date: 5/28/2013 7:40:00 PM
Just what I expected. Based on your picture I knew you're a dark writer, this poem is a must read!
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