Mr Rady episode 4: Ian

Mr Rady episode 4: Ian Mr Rady episode 4: Ian

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

This is the Third Fourth of five episodic poems that I am working on. The last will be released next Monday 23Rd! This is a vision from my dark and twisted mind. If you want to read more on Rady's adventures make sure to read episode 1: Myra, Episode 2 and 3: Rose. You don't have to but they will help understand a few areas of discussion Thank you for all the people who have read this and have tagged along, your support is much appreciated :D

Summary

This is the Third Fourth of five episodic poems that I am working on. The last will be released next Monday 23Rd!

This is a vision from my dark and twisted mind. If you want to read more on Rady's adventures make sure to read episode 1: Myra, Episode 2 and 3: Rose. You don't have to but they will help understand a few areas of discussion

Thank you for all the people who have read this and have tagged along, your support is much appreciated :D

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Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Mid-evening on Walker Street
Daddy behind a block of concrete
I rush to the entry in a shocker heartbeat
Hastily charge through the gold door
Screaming get on the fucking cold floor
He ignores and moves to scold and war
One fist, two 
Only one man may exist
The other black and blue
My arm he bent in a twist
And forced me down with a fluke kick
"Rady you make me want to puke sick
You’re a pussy killing your mom; you kook prick."

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"I didn't beat you enough as a puny kid?"
"Should have hit as hard as that bully did?
In that fucking coma, you fully hid"
"Grown up into a nobody
Can you say 'friend' to anybody? "
His venom stung deep
As vile as a dug up dung heap
I used a knife; his words were used to reap
I become that child that he used to beat.  

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He shuts the door and rings the police
"Now your mum can finally have peace,
You’ll be locked up until your breath begins to cease!”
I grip my bread Knife
Roll to my back, swung for dear life
It flew in a dead rotation
I become deeply immersed in a queer emotion

At the end of its flight
It ripped through his eye
No more chance to fight
My demons flew to the night sky
Blood began to pour
But before I could go there was a knock on the door
"Police open up, Rady get on the floor."

 


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