Dreams of crimson roses,
dance inside her head
Cutting off the thorns,
is a job she really dreads
The little princess is growing up,
acting like her mom
Who now resides in prison,
for the slaying of her husband Tom
The silken dress she wore today,
is stained beyond repair
And the smile upon her face,
shows us a cleansing of despair
Joey always teased Leeann,
he would not stop until she cried
That problem has seemed to have been resolved,
forgiveness now denied
Touching her he’ll do no more,
carving off his stems
She heard it in a song last night,
‘twas “Kim by Eminem”
Does this run in the family,
inherited in her genes
Her brother in law better pray to God,
he married Ilene
But all seems well for Leeann,
for she is just a little kid
She can’t be held accountable,
for all the carnage that she did
So off she goes to boarding school,
a proper lady she will be
Murder is not taught in Amityville,
at least not in the first degree
Author notes
Picture prompt: #1
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by piccola.
900 points, ended February 9, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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great rhyme and story. It goes well with the prompt. I like the metaphor you used ... cutting off his stems. Grisly. Thank you for entering.
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