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Sits Evil

Sitting motionless
On his pee-wet bed
looking inwards
into his darkness
where swirling gibbering
voices whispers urging
pushing him further and further
in a bleakness
a terrain of desolation
in his soul
where he wanders

He remembers his wife
so beautiful
so pliant in his arms
so peaceful
he remembers the darkness
engulfing his eyes
as he looks at her
feels the knife in his hands
he slashes away the darkness
and his wife lay in his arms
in small shivery pieces

He remembers his baby
with pretty curly hair
looking at him so trustingly
he loves her so
he cuddles her
closes his eyes
and brings her over to his darkness
he looks down
his baby is headless
in his arms
her head on the fence spike

He remembers
he looks at their accusing eyes
in his desolate land
he walks towards them
they never wait
they never stop
they keep on swirling in the mist
crying out their sorrow
wailing their accusation;
he sits on his pee-wet bed
drool trickling from his slack mouth.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
Published | Edited 9th Apr 2017
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