All in a Night's Work

Waiting for my chance,
For everyone to be asleep.

It's three a.m.
I look out my door for a quick peek.

It's empty.
No noise.
No light.
No people.

Time to make my move.

I slither into the kitchen
Moving quietly, for some of the boards creek.

I reach into the drawer and find a knife
At the back left.

As silently as I went in,
I snuck out
Back to my bedroom.

Find the right spot
Where nobody can see
And slice through.

Red bubbles over my skin like molten lava
The crimson-red colored beauty of plasma.

I stop myself
My sanity coming back to me
As the blood flows.

Better clean up.
So I will be the only one who knows.

...

It's all gone by dawn:
The darkness, the blood, the grim look on my face.

I put on another smile
This one the same as yesterday's.

No one suspects it.
Not my mother,
My brother,
My sister,
Or my friends.

And they think that I'm a bad actor,
A bad liar,
Psh. Think again.



-2013-