She’s laying their, her form wrapped tight,
Moonlight places invisable images to her right.
He breathes in deep, he strolls into the side door of the kitchen,
Retrieving a sharpened knife, the one he maintains for fishing.
At the entrance of the bedroom, he wishes he had another way,
To end his life of misery, and the way she liked to play.
Although imagination haunts him, his right mind knows she’s clear,
Yet he follows through, with the side that seems to fear.
Above her head he lingers, hands above his head,
(He whispers softly,)
“ I love you, if your not mine alone, you’re better off dead.”
As the blade came down, with a mighty sweep,
Movement missed the mark, as she turned in sleep.
Eyes wide open, at the man before her now,
Grabbing up the bundles, shaking she couldn’t understand how.
As she ran, with a daughter in each hand,
Slipping , sliding, running as fast as she can.
His eyes now raging, filling up with hate,
As he seeks the woman, he grows more and more irate.
Wondering where the man was, that had stolen his place,
The figures have become hidden, as his picked up pace
Looming in the darkness, silver shining bright,
Blade flickering images, as it’s waved in moonlight.
Screaming like a mad man, “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
As she finds a hiding place, wich wasn’t very far.
Her kids huddled beneath her, under rolls of old carpet pad,
He had redone the floor this morning, the only spot she had.
Breathing stilled, as hands rest on her children’s mouth,
Hoping with all her might, he won’t find her out.
Yelling echoes, traveling through and through,
Panic ripping through, as she wonders what he’ll do.
Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days,
She becomes terrified, she holds them close and prays.
The sounds of his anger, and the stabbing of the blade,
As through the house he went, finishing his tirade.
Then many feet from her, in a chair right in front,
She peers through rolled remnants, to the man set to hunt.
He just sat there, grinning from ear to ear,
As he knew , she was laying, hidden in fear.
(a note attached to blade)
With a slam came the sound, of the shiny blade,
Stuck within the table, a promise that he made.
When all is said and done, and I find out who he is,
The blade will make my target, next time I will not miss.
I love you darling, please remember this,
I would really watch out, sleeping with the kids…..
*Signed, yours truly, you don’t know, I may come home drunk and miss…..
Author notes
Title contest...contents... well...
A contest entry
- Not another titles contest.... by Andu.
450 points, ended July 13, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A dark write.. full of emotion... and i really enjoyed the suspense! You really dived into the psyche of this indivudual. Well done.
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this is very dark and kinda creepy. such a kick ass write you have here. good luck in the contest.
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