She destroys herself
every night.
Her children asleep
in their beds.
Poison runs through her veins.
Legal poison.
Bought in cases everyday.
She is in pain.
She cries out
yet no one listens.
For attention
She starts a fight.
She will follow you
where ever you go
If you are close enough
you are in danger.
Drowns her sorrows
throws up her anguish
remembers events in askew
then cries herself to sleep.
On some nights,
she is so loud.
Her children wake up
to noises of sickness.
The children come to her rescue
They hold her hair
as she hovers over the toilet.
They cry with her.
As she sleeps,
the two children clean
broken glass and bottles,
trash and puke.
The children sit up in their beds
The older comforts the younger
Six years old
she tells her four year old brother
Don´t cry, she will be alright
Tomorrow is my birthday
and there will be cake and presents
Just go to sleep now.
They finally drift to sleep.
And when they wake up
expecting to see a party
for a seventh birthday:
Everything the way they left it
They run to their mother
They try to wake her
She doesnt move
So they call their father..
who lives some where else
with their older brother.
They dial the number
Daddy, this is your daughter.
I can not wake mommy.
Is she ok?
Little brother is scared.
I do not know what to tell him.
And its my birthday today....
Within just a few minutes,
very quickly he responded,
they are riding in their daddy´s car.
On their way back to his apartment
To celebrate a seventh birthday
With cake and presents
Author notes
True story... about one of my birthdays...
A contest entry
- Short Stories... by MotherMachineGunn.
515 points, ended September 21, 2007, 14 entries
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Yo! You did it again, ya know that?! Every poem I read of yours leaves me speechless for a few moments and then I still have to pick my jaw up off the floor. I love your work girl and I love you too. Keep writing. Helps me understand my evil lil monkey more...hehe.
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wow, that is really sad...but a really good write. Its like what I read in the books that i love to read, depression and lonliness and suicide...i love it.
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There are no words, its to sad to deep.
My first impression is this is too intense a feeling for a young child to have to bear. Emotionally it makes me want to cry for that little child. There is nothing awkward in this poem and I wouldn't change it if I could, that would take away something very personal from this. There is no favorite part for me as it is all written very well. The title is right for this poem, and the first line is so sad that it draws you in. The last line is the culmination of what this poem is about. This is very well done and as such I liked it very much.
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