"remberence" poems
Murderer
they called me
Murderess...
to take a life
into my pale,
sculptured hands
to mix bone
and blood
into a thick
paste
to shatter the heart
of a mother, herself
reaching into the
abyss in fear of
nothingness.
I did not tremble
from top to toe
my back arched, catlike
sensing danger
where there was only
love, taken from me
beaten, burnt, corrupted
until only this shell
remained.
I take God into account,
hold him to his word,
beg him to remember
that night when I was
six
when heaven and hell
mixed as my mouth
filled with sweat
and blood
the taste of fear
caressing my lips
murderous,
the shadow on the wall,
the whistle of wind
through long hair
I take, plunder, delve
into fields of red
Poppy's
remberence
dear God,
remember me
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC