Seventeen more fell today
across a country filled with anger.
The smell of despair filling posts,
fingers pointing in every direction.
Orders to speak not his name
and honor the dead and traumatized.
Reliving October 1st as the
media fills every outlet they can.
Hearing the screams and
seeing the faces over again.
Sleep won’t come for the
living who grieve for the fallen
has a capacity of forgiveness
in a measure she has lost.
Head cast back
soul breaking cries
erupting from her heart
into a sky pierced with a million stars.
before she slips
into the blessed quiet
of sleep she sings in a whisper
her favorite verses…
“Cover me. Cover me.
Extend the border of Thy mantle over me.
Because Thou art, my nearest kinsman.
Cover me. Cover me. Cover me.”
Sleep in peace child.
Sleep in peace.
He called her dirt
more often than not.
Intent on crushing
an already broken spirit.
Twisting his savagery
she breathed new meaning.
Dirt she was,
full of living things.
nothing could grow.
Able to give birth
to new life in time.
That from which God
molded and shaped her.
That to which
she would one day return.
her daily decisions
consisted of what to wear and eat.
what show to watch
or how to wear her hair with the red dress.
which bills to pay first
who to call asking for a little more time.
Those must wait
her focus on the narrow ledge
her daily decision… what step… which way…
angles more pronounced
hunger seeping through her flesh
the “bump bump” of her heart visible
beneath the paper thin skin of her chest.
mama I’m hungry…
Your mewling apologies
will never offset the damage
your abusive behaviors have caused.
the smell of fresh popcorn
and melted butter filling the room.
only a promise of salty
oral pleasure overflowing a crimson bowl.
onto the popcorn oasis
offering a respite of comfort and promise.
her triggers have been launched
by fireworks blooming in the desert sky.