There are tear stained cheeks
Eulogies of greatness
The hellos and the good byes
Like a raccoon I wake up with black eyes
Candles were dripping on glass
The wailing imbedded in my mind
A son in an emotional decline.
I’m free from the fornicating sin
A life snuffed out on a greedy whim
I’m running from the sun and take refuge in silence well earned.
The nightmares escalate and so does the hate.
Then I decide on the inevitable confessional call to her.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Palms gripping tightly merging with cold hard plastic,
A high-tech confession no face required-anonymously attired.
Three rings – a voice- weak trembling- I’m not surprised-
“I am not sorry for your loss.”
The soil is always hungry to swallow, opening its mouth in righteous glee, can you hear me?
Pedophile was he. Hands were like a poisonous scorpion.
Tongue like Medusa, Passion like Beelzebub as he rubbed me in all the wrong places shamming angel’s faces.
Face like a phantom over my youthful glow, the light went out this day I know.
Like a ball and blackened chain-
Noose around my organ
Pulling-
Stretching-
Lying-
Coercing-
Seducing-
Polluting!
The mourning after-
Forgive me father for I (?) have sinned
Now the burdened is shared-
After she dared to listen to me
It’s the morning after-
Now I am free.

Photo: Azarel