The thirteenth bride
A hardwood door obscures my vision
A peephole helps, though somewhat small
I take a breath, touch my pocket
Pound my fist against the wall
Then with many a crash and thunder raving
And splinters flying, in heart and hair
Perhaps a gunshot, or overthrown table
A faintest scream of despair
Dilated pupils, rapid breathing
You know what will happen, can’t help defeating
The question you ask, I refuse to tell
You try to escape but I bid you farewell
A knife tears flesh, a splatter of blood
Eyes rolled backwards, a reddish flood
I get up, and with a timeless dwell
I realize that all is well.
I leave the house, unnoticed as ever
My loved unknown, though not forever:
You were my savior, my love, my bride..
I was only killing me but it was always you who died.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Oorlam: | Maandag, augustus 27, 2007 17:09 |
| prettig en sterk gedicht | |
| Mysticelfje: | Maandag, augustus 27, 2007 17:00 |
| Even voor de duidelijkheid: dit is gebaseerd op een uitspraak van seriemoordenaar Dennis Nilsen: "I was killing myself only but it was always the bystander who died." | |
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2007 | ||
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