redruM

Hi, I just revamped a poem I did a couple weeks ago called, Death of a Childhood. I really loved the result and wanted to share it with all of you! Let me know what you think! :) 

redruM

I murdered her:

Prepping Vegetables

 As she sits on the white couch covered with a white sheet

Peeling onions’ skin

I wonder if she’d cry,

If I stripped her skin…

Frying up eggs In a pan,

As she burns her lungs with her cigarettes

I wonder if I should just crack her head on this beige laminate counter

It could use some color…

Drowning in scotch

Red faced

I wonder if she’ll have an appetite for bullets instead

But only breath comes out of my mouth

I will waste no words on her

My proclaimed Massa

Watching me slave away

Scrubbing the floor at two am 

With bleach and ammonia,

And a flash light

I ponder, the sentiment of Practice makes perfect

I walk into the old crime scene:

The master Bedroom

I fluff the pillows on the queen bed

Remember where my father lay on the white duvet covered with a white sheet

Kidnapped from me.

Snipping long braches that resemble her fingers

I wonder if she would scream

I stand on your unmarked grave

Worms feast on Black fur, Pink tongue—

Enough!

Slipping my tongue, mind, soul

In a paper bag of memories

I ignore her torrential tears, screams, even gun waving

Just wonder as I slip out the gate…

What freedom tastes like,

And whose soul will be poached and left wriggling upon the pyre?