Re:PoeTiC FloW
(Date Posted:09/05/2011 12:26 AM)
Lori MsHuney Weston: My true story......No one will miss me.Will they even notice?The tile floor coldagainst the skin of my shaking legs.The steam filling the roomas the fear and lonlinessfill me.Like a pressure cookerwaiting to explodeI reach up and feelthe swelling of my cheek.Wipe the blood drippingfrom my lip.He loves me right?But he won't miss me.He won't cry,He'll laugh.For as he said?I am nothing.The words "I'm Sorry"have never crossed his lips.At least not to me,The one who hasgiven all of herselfto him.The cold steel restsheavily in my hand.A click heard asthe clip is slowlypushed in.The pain is unbearable.Maybe he is right.They will all be betteroff without me.My nagging.My crying.My nothingness.How can I be a wife?A Mother?A Friend?I don't even knowwho I am.The cold steel feels relaxingagainst my temple.A manmade kind of peace.Yet fear at the same time.I want Him to be the one who comesto see what he has done.What he has taken,torn down,ripped apart,turned into Nothing.I close my eyes,say a prayer.Ask for forgivnessfor the sin I am about to commit.10 Hail Mary's, one Our Father,even the Apostle's Creed.The prayer an oldCatholic habit,yet one that caused pausein the events about to occur.One that did not make merethink,reevaluate,question that I neededto be away from pain.But one that causelittle footsteps to be heard.Running on the wood floorsof my room.One that allowed me to hear..."Mommy....I need you......"
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