shrieks seeping between
gritted teeth
has become a weekly routine i do
from deciding to stick around with you.
the pig and of red in your hair
is close to the shade of my swollen eyes
and ripped skin.
remember how you smashed
that little girl's brain in?
how she inhaled once the
thirty pound sledge hammer
collided with her skull.
you made it look like you
were popping a balloon,
but instead of air coming out
once you "popped" her;
blood rained on my white
veil and gown.
her blood blended well within
the dark hue of my lips.
what led you to do that on our special day?
let alone the question;
why to your own daughter?
now, i'm on the bathroom floor,
with a slightly chipped hammer
loosely in my shaky, covered hands.
at least i know our baby won't
be harmed when she sees you again;
oh what the hell;
you're burning under my feet now.
the hue in your hair now is
much more dull now.
perhaps from the blood that
erupted from your throat.
all i know is,
i'll see my baby soon.
YOU ARE READING
she wept silently all night
Poetrythe girl next door cries herself to sleep every night before bed. hear her words that will change the way you hear her cry tonight.
