Blood Money

Blood money, love money,

This diamond ring has lost all its shine, funny,

I thought this love would last but it’s gone honey,

He doesn’t want the truth now, does he?

 

I can’t count all the promises that he hasn’t kept,

Through the mountains, through the halls, through the lies he crept,

The other women don’t know how I wept,

Because in his bed they still slept.

 

He saw another pretty girl,

Bought her a necklace full of pearls,

I cut off all our daughter’s curls,

Watched the curtains now unfurl.

 

Pill diet, kill diet,

He made sure that I tried it,

Kept all of the children quiet,

If he sold me a grave would I buy it?

 

The girls were lined up one by one,

He knew that I was having fun,

Checking that they couldn’t run,

Loading lead into the gun.

 

I made sure all their knots were taut,

Saw their faces looking gaunt,

His dreams I would forever haunt,

That’s all I did ever want

 

Reviews

[DirectTangent]

Reading this after another of your works sets things in direct juxtaposition in my head. The other piece was the one in which I interpreted that need/love fueled a level of forgiveness of betrayal that I wasn't able to get to. I realize I should be reading them as separate pieces, but one after the other really worked on me. This one actually helped me feel a sense of relief.
I enjoyed both, and in this one there is that darkness of a justified ending that you provided. Very nicely done.

[Barbara Walker]

I take this as dark through and through...or...you would have gladly taken the loving light of knowing you haunted his dreams in a good way! If only he hadn't been such a sleaze!

[JessicaRose]

really enjoyed this. ever thought about using it for a spoken word competition? the rhythm really lends itself to that type of reading.

[emme33]

I've never thought about that! Thanks for the suggestion :))

[Karel]

to me, impermanence comes through this piece very strongly as the theme i personally very closely relate to. well done!

[emme33]

Thank you so much :)))

[Alucard6336]

Hey this is good. I loved the story it tells, and if you knew how much I hate inconsiderate and uncaring men you'd know exactly why I would enjoy this poem.

My nation November writing month (nanwrimo) entry this month is a tale of duality. It's not too different: its about a man out for revenge and then the later half is his pdychological recovery.

Men are always rather barbaric. They take women for advantage. I don't know if that's all men but its pretty darn close.

This poem is great in every way. You are awesome :)

[emme33]

Oh my goodness thank you so much you don't know how much this review means to me :)))))