Thank You and other Poems

Bloody Mary

She wanted more.

She lost her money

She lost her husband

She lost her children

Well,

She didn’t want those.

Not the children.

She could live without them.

The world could, she believed.

Nobody needed those rascals.

Those innocent mistakes

When her new husband had two

She almost left him.

But he had too much

She could just get rid of them

Forever

Nobody would know

Nobody would have a clue

Like anybody would care.

She played it sweet

She played it innocent

She acted like she loved the children

But her lies couldn’t get past them

They knew the truth

They tried to tell their father

But he didn’t believe them

The stupid rats almost foiled her plan

Too much money was being given to them

Being spent on them

That was her money.

And it was going to them

“Mary dear, would you watch the children while I go to another town this weekend.

I may get a raise. Then we could go on a vacation, as a family!”

“Ok. I can watch them”

Oh I will. But it wouldn’t have to be for long

They wont last long enough for me to lose sleep.

They begged him not to go.

But he promised a vacation.

Somewhere fun

Oh they will have fun where they will be going

We waved goodbye

And the children ran upstairs to their room.

They refused to eat the food I made them

They are too smart.

I would just have to cause an accident.

But what?

I know

I grabbed some gloves.

“Oh Richard? Would you cut up some mushrooms?”

“Yes, Ms. Mary.”

“Gerta? Go wash up.”

I waited until Richard held the knife and began cutting.

I took different knife. And ended his life with a single stab.

Through the back, into the spine.

Gerta was behind me.

“Why are you so bloody, Mary?

Did Richard hurt himself?”

“Oh yes, Gerta. Badly. I think he may die.”

I turned around and faced the young girl.

She was frozen with fear.

“Ms. Mary! What are you doing? What happened to Richard?”

“the same thing that will happen to you, dear.”

She tried to run, but the knife got the back of her neck

And she fell.

I placed he knife in Richard’s hands.

 And threw away the gloves.

I screamed as loud as my lungs allowed me to.

Soon, police was there.

A neighbor approached the officer controlling the crowd. And let her into the crime scene.

She talked to a detective.

She motioned towards an officer.

“Why are you so bloody, Mary?”

The detective asked me.

“I had to defend myself. I had to stop Richard from hurting anyone else.

I had no idea he would hurt his sister.”

The neighbor said something.

“Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody, liar, Mary.

I saw you

I saw everything.”

“Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary.”

The crowd chanted.

Then she felt something hit her back.

Something pierce her skin

Then all was red

Bloody red.