Get Your Premium Membership

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




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 11/10/2015 7:32:00 AM
Great disturbing write, Orlin.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/9/2015 1:13:00 PM
Nice HM, Orlin. SKAT
Login to Reply
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!
Login to Reply
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.
Login to Reply
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
Login to Reply
MacMillan Avatar
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...
Guzzi Avatar
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
Login to Reply
Date: 6/10/2013 1:16:00 PM
I shall not sleep for a week reading these winning poems.. congratulations oh scary one xx
Login to Reply
Date: 6/4/2013 9:47:00 PM
Did u write this about THE Polly? Or just a story? Very curious...
Login to Reply
Collier Avatar
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.
Login to Reply
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!
Login to Reply