Blood Donor
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Silent Hill series.
Summary:
A poem based on Scarlet from Silent Hill: Homecoming.
We, the Family Fitch...willingly consign our child to the knife in God's name
The pact's exact wording was nonspecific
Martin could have sacrificed his daughter "cleanly"
Wounded so it was a TOUCH. A happening that didn't bleed bad his beautiful child
Yet he defaulted to dismemberment like the children the town sinned before
The most invasive. The most intimate. The most fucked up
To his princess, who he watched with the sorry scalpel in hand
Who watches daddy…with unforgiving scalpel teeth
Dead dolly cradling his baby head in her jaws
Shriek of the bloodletting shadow
Scarlet's pure as porcelain hands
Doctor Fitch called. Falls down the Hell Descent
Fitch, Fitch, you wrong little bitch
Claim to love your daughter, but you killed the little bitch, you bitch!
Fine fool a failure as a father
You shattered your daughter and she's all joints
Present prettier painted in your blood
One more soul to help Shepherd's Glen?