She screams at me
I hold my ears
She increases pitch
I walk away
She walks closer
I've nowhere to go
She screams louder
I stare into space
she hits me
I look blankly at her
She screams again
I rub my eyes
She grabs at my hands
I try to pull myself free
She drags me outside
I struggle in vain
She hits me again and again and again
I feel nothing
She looks at her hands they are red
She cries and screams
I am soaked yet still nothing
She falls over and hugs me
I do not understand
She continues to cry
I try to move but cannot
She screams one last time
But I can no longer hear
I am free
Friday, November 11, 2005
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4 comments:
Infanticide?
Oh please, this is too sad. Is there anywhere, my dear insane genius you could find something sweet and beautiful in your next poem.
I focus on what I see and what I feel. Happy times don't usually occur til January
Spot on Axe :)
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