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A grey, bloody mind makes
A shot gun echo through the house.
Crystal vase, gilded picture frame,
Royal Doulton figurines, pink plaster.
They all felt it.
Two floors below with pistol in hand.
Five and three asleep in their beds
Both jolted by a defining sound- Awake
Dad knocked by a crippling pain- Asleep-
Forever and more.
Away at the market, mother, wife.
Are the tomatoes ripe?
Oblivious to the impending guilt
She pays at the till
While he swallows the barrel.
She arrives home on the porch.
Kids frantic above, he lifeless below.
Decending the stairs, bread in hand
Crimson pools under the door.
Did she suspect?
Choking on panic, body tense
Her stillness virtually matches his own
Moments later, numbness resides
Lifted burden
The widow takes action
She drags the corpse of her past
Up the stairs, out to the yard.
Draining the house of sickness.
Later, trembling, trying to breathe,
Listen to the silence.
The children have calmed,
Bleach transformed the bloody carpet,
A stranger dismantled the gun,
His carcass decays, six feet under
But she remains paralysed-
Unable to love.
He committed the suicide of her heart.
A shot gun echo through the house.
Crystal vase, gilded picture frame,
Royal Doulton figurines, pink plaster.
They all felt it.
Two floors below with pistol in hand.
Five and three asleep in their beds
Both jolted by a defining sound- Awake
Dad knocked by a crippling pain- Asleep-
Forever and more.
Away at the market, mother, wife.
Are the tomatoes ripe?
Oblivious to the impending guilt
She pays at the till
While he swallows the barrel.
She arrives home on the porch.
Kids frantic above, he lifeless below.
Decending the stairs, bread in hand
Crimson pools under the door.
Did she suspect?
Choking on panic, body tense
Her stillness virtually matches his own
Moments later, numbness resides
Lifted burden
The widow takes action
She drags the corpse of her past
Up the stairs, out to the yard.
Draining the house of sickness.
Later, trembling, trying to breathe,
Listen to the silence.
The children have calmed,
Bleach transformed the bloody carpet,
A stranger dismantled the gun,
His carcass decays, six feet under
But she remains paralysed-
Unable to love.
He committed the suicide of her heart.
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I'm a nanny for my neighbours down the street. These kid's dad shot himself in the basement seven years ago. As I sat alonein the house today I couldn't help but think of the event. This poem is a reflection on it and is basically an true account of how it all happened.
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you're something else, really.
this is great. +fav.