Ash Rose

Ash Rose May 2017

Just us.

He kissed her goodnight.
          A brush of liquored breath.
"Sweet dreams, I love you."
          Slurred words of comfort.
He stumbles to the couch.
          In search of the bottle half empty.
Guzzling liquid to stifle a cry.
          Drunken thoughts hit him.
Sobs rise up his throat.
          No, just *****.
Heave after heave rack his body.
          Weak and spent he slumbers at last.

She's tired.
          Brushing hair away from his face.
She's sad.
          A blanket to keep him comfortable.
She's angry.
          Cleaning the mess so he wont remember.
She loves him.
          *"You're my best friend. I could never hate you. I'm here for you. I will take care of you. I love you."

Ash Rose May 2017

Theres a battle to be won. He fought bravely, the Orange Son.

Lean, limp, and covered in hair,
Holding him close I watched his blank stare.

Powerful poison to start the fall,
A swift injection to end it all.

Pain was the first to touch my heart,
Screaming in horror, it tore me apart.

A mass of anger followed so close,
Welcoming lover, a lethal dose.

Take me away dear firey friend,
Smother my pain - a hand you shall lend.

In my lap lay my Sun oh so still,
Tears to your body from eye they spill.

Blame on the one who is to protect,
Sleepless nights are what I expect.

Body to ashes, soul set free,
"I love you little one" - Mommy.