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It was different than what she expected. In drawings, picture books and poems it was expressed to look like two ovals mushed together and being bright red. Well it was red, and purple and a little blue. And it was beating, pounding harshly away, sputtering out small ooze of thick red goo. The picture books never mentioned that. Was this thing the reason for love? Is this how she would be loved? Treated like a daughter? She stared at her father, head cocking slightly to the side he was twitching slightly, eyes bugling out and an opened mouth. He must be as excited as she was. Because finally, he would love her, and treat her as a daughter, and now he gave her his heart. He seemed a bit surprised when it all happened, but now they’d both be happy together. He’d love her. She wouldn’t be hit anymore. Won’t be told she is worthless or that she should’ve died during birth. Staring at the heart, she made a puzzled look. What should she do now? In movies the woman always ate whatever was inside the heart, and seemed to like it. It couldn’t be that hard, even though it doesn’t look to eatable. She began chewing in the fleshy exterior, and continued until there was nothing left. It tasted horrible, and made her feel like throwing it up. But no, she was loved now. She owned her father’s heart, and he couldn’t get away now. She lied down on his chest, and clutched tightly to him. Closing her eyes she smiled brightly, stumps of flesh stuck between her teeth, and her body covered in that sticky goo, but it was worth it. She was loved. | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2013-07-16 16:36:42 |
interesting and well written!
What's going on ... is certainly not a father-daughter-like thing; reading your profile gives certain clues ...
sincerely ...
What's going on ... is certainly not a father-daughter-like thing; reading your profile gives certain clues ...
sincerely ...
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