Sarah Lamar, 2008

A poem I wrote with Jack Kennedy.

Her voice rings in my head

As she recites all of my sins

Killing my sanity,

Bringing up my wrongs

Reminding me again!

She takes me back to that day

Over and over echoing the words

Words of a victim now slain.

 

"Are you satisfied now?"

Do you ever think of my skin,

My pale, dead skin

As you tossed me in that ditch?

Your hands around my neck

Gripping tighter and tighter

Until my legs stopped kicking,

My last breath exhaling

You deepest regret.

I watched as the life flashed back into your eyes

Did you really think you could get rid of me?

Here I hold your sorrow filled heart,

Cemented with my decaying body.

Remember the anger in your step

When you busted through our door?

The portraits of self-hatred

And loss of control

You left on my body

When the days didn't go right

It all ended with your hands,

Those hands that carry my blood

The closed case on my missing life.

Are you content now?

Tell me, how much longer can you sink?

Burying deeper with every drink

You think I'm gone?

Every breath,

Step,

Thought,

Fear,

Desire

I'll be there

Watching as you burn

You see, I may be dead

But I've never felt more alive

Because everything I see,

I see it through your eyes.

Author's Note

Follow Jack's writing cause he's the shit http://www.writerscafe.org/EdwardKennedy1

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

Non-psychedelic trippy. I like.