Dead Goodbye

 By: Tinthedark


I could hear the dogs.
The ones that search for cadavers.
They sniffed the top of my shallow grave.
Whimpering as if they felt the loss of me.
Men in uniform shuffled and spoke in muffled voices above me.

Small shovels chipped away at my dirt coffin.
Finally found.
Soon to be unearthed.
Never before so carefully touched.
Until you knelt beside me.
And brushed the dirt away from what was left of my crushed bones.

My Small rotting body,
Laid there in the fetal position.
The sun shone upon me,
In between flashes from the coroner's camera.
Careful not to step on the evidence of my fathers confession.

Still landlocked.
My Mother cries from the perimeter defined by yellow caution tape.
It's been fifteen years.
You observe me now.
Perplexed.
How do you deal with what lay before you?

Can you hear my last words?
Begging.
Can you feel my trust turn to terror?
See my tears as I recognized my fate?
Felt the final blow?

Still half alive while he dug my grave.
Cursing me.
I watched in disbelief.
Cold and bloody I was kicked into my resting place.

With complete disregard.
I felt the weight of the dirt as it was placed over me.
Heard the familiar sound of a beer can opening.
Then laughter.
There was a triumphant tone.
A solitary celebration.

I curled up with the dirt and went to sleep.
Now awakened.
To your theories and conclusions.
What will you do?
Put him in the spotlight to relive his finest moment?
Or protect my innocence?

My Mother cries permeate the surrounding woods.
Pain, terror and closure.
All at one time.
Still kept behind the caution tape.
Never to hold me again.