Thanksgiving Turkey?
"Children, children, gather ye round!"
They rush to the table without another sound.
"Papa, papa! Can you tell us a story?"
"Of course, my child. Now don't you worry."
The Father begins to sharpen his knife.
"Go fetch the turkey, my dear." He says to his wife.
The Father begins speaking in very hushed tones.
"Kids, I saw your mother throwing stones! Stoned a man to death, cooked him, and ate the meat off his bones!"
The children's eyes grow very wide.
They fall quiet as their mother steps inside.
"Mama, is that indeed a turkey you bring?"Says one
child. "Or is it some other
meat you've compiled?"
The Mother quickly glances around the room.
She spots the Father... is it safe to assume?
"What do you mean by that,
my dear? What's your explanation? Come, let me hear."
The child looks around and slowly steps closer.
The Mother was engrossed in her.
"Mama...we know what you did! It's sickening!" The child yelled, pulse quickening.
The Mother smiled and chuckled.
The children's faces blanched, knees buckled.
"Well then, it's time to eat.
I'll cook you all and savor
your young, tender meat."
Sounds of Silence
In a state of stark stillness
Silence screams.
She slithers over my skin
Scraping the surface sharply.
She strangles me
Slowly but surely.
She stages a show
Smiling smugly.
She screeches songs
Sharp and startling.
She starts to stab
I surprise her.
I shout
I stomp
I stab with my sword of words.
Silence, I silenced you.
July 13, 2016
I was going to have my first child!
My period was missed,
yet my husband was still in denial.
A clinic visit brought truth to my claim.
Overjoyed and filled with excitement,
but fear loomed the very same.
Would I be a good mother?
Of course, of course,
sayeth my lover.
But my first prenatal was cursed.
No heartbeat nor growth,
I feared the very worst.
An ER visit came next,
I came to find out..
that too was hexed.
Would I ever catch a break?
My doctor decided not.
My baby's life was at stake.
My soul had went cold.
Three months pregnant,
my baby was only 6 weeks old.
My baby... he/she had died.
Isaiah or Isabella?
I was still carrying them inside.
Miscarriage came and took my babe.
Bloody and painful,
my baby went to its grave.
My very soul was torn apart.
My unborn baby's hand,
snatched a piece of my heart.
Summer of 2016,
That's when I was broken,
On July 13th.