It’s sunny outside
as the girl at the door
stands guard.
The people in the house
are busy,
they scurry
with boxes and books and bedding
from the house to the car
and the car to the house
back to the car, to the house, to the car
all afternoon
they transport their lives
from one place
to another.
Later, the sun setting,
the confrontation takes place
And then, with the number
for the police taped to the fridge,
the girl who stood guard
goes home.
Leaving the family
to reclaim their future.
Woken by the night watchman
The Fear takes hold
It grips the intestines tightly
and twists.
There are no
right answers
and when the fists arrive they
are not unexpected.
The blood drips
making a stain on the wooden floorboards
in the shape of a heart.
Fury flies,
it fills the air with fever.
Dragged by the hair
the body is flung into the bathtub
the head
hits the tap and
stops.
The bitterness betrays you
soft
sweet
your taste that belongs only to you
is lost.
Skin so tempting
parting to reveal
delicate flesh
(and the bitterness underneath)
Juice that flows on my
tongue
and yet the betrayal to come
but still, the tenderness...
