Monday Morning
Midnight stars
Muffled screams
Blood so thick
It formed
Around her body.
The weapon,
A knife
Stained red
Hidden in the plant
Shoved toward the corner.
She lay there
Teddy bear clutched in hand
Eyes open and lifeless,
Showing such fear
She must have felt
In her last moment,
A moment that should have go on
But didn't.
She got in the way.
It was as simple as that,
They didn't want to be tied down
By some five years old
That needed to be loved
That needed parents.
They were young,
and planned to do much with there lives,
But not with the girl
Always whining or crying.
This was the only way,
Her mother thought,
They wouldn't make it any other way,
But deep down,
She knew the little girl had
Crawled deep within her heart
The moment she first clasped her hand,
And cried herself to sleep that night,
For she had just let him kill her baby.
She woke with such fear,
And pain cascading through her body.
She had to run,
She couldn't look back,
Couldn't face what was true.
She had to run
From the little girl's giggles
And the way she spoke Momma,
With such trust and ease.
She ran the end of the earth,
And gave up,
Let all her life,
And soul
Drain out
With all the pain
Her child had suffered.