now i lay me down to sleep
my daddy’s skull i always keep
beside me on a little chair
remembering when he sat there…
and how he touched me when he did.
when i was just a little kid
too young to know, it wasn’t right
too small, to put up a big fight
he told me it would be alright
his touching me, in the dark of night
but i was smarter, than he thought
and could not wait, till he got caught
i poisoned him with powder that
had killed the mice and then the cat
i fed it to him every day
and waited for him- to go away
not for long, did this go on
as quickly he was too far gone
to stave it off, to save himself-
i killed him dead. all by my self…
amen…
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That is fantastic. It has a wild and grim humour. Reads like a song
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Amazing! I really like the way you’ve used the form of a sweet little prayer to describe something so dark and dreadful. The child’s voice comes through as a beautifully balanced mixture of beauty and horror.
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Wow!! ❤️
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Bravo!
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Justice is served. Very haunting melody Violet.
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That may be a little self-indicting to post your childhood poem here, J. 🙂
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You know me.. 😏
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