illness
On a drowsy winter night
The fire goes down
While the night comes up
Silence falls upon the house
The pitter- patter of feet
Across the cement floor
The mother looks inside for the truth
She sits and wonders
What trouble is he in now
When will he be home
Why is he still in my life
WHAM!!!
The door flies open
Door splitting off the hinges
Splinters flying
The voices reoccurrence
He stares at her with wide, glassy eyes
Falling unconscious with no breath left to spare
Pulling him to bed, she reaches under the bed
“ you know what you’ve done. You know what pain you’ve caused this family.”
The door slightly opens
While a faint shadow passes by
She looks back to the bed to find there is no body
Looking frantically around the room
Driving herself mad
The illusion of her partner lies upon the ceiling
Drip, drip, drip
Eyes gauged out
Blood dripping down his face
Mouth hanging open, staring at broken teeth
Smiling that sly snarl
Sirens
Clicking
She comes back to reality
“Where’s chase , where are you taking me. Where is my baby, steven?”
“you have to come with us ma’am”
Silence falls in the air
Trying so hard to recall what happened
“ please, tell me where they are” she pleads
Walking over to the gurneys
Staring at the white sheets
“How do you know I did this” she asks
Police pull out evidence bag to show her the note
“ My dearest love. I can not endure the pain you bring me in this life. I have to
start new. With no regrets, Margaret.”
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