The Hardest Question

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

A woman trying to answer some questions about the events of last night.

Why?

Thats the hardest question.

When is easier. It was after.

After the baby, cacooned safely

inside of me. After she died.

 

Why?

Again its too hard.

Who is easier. It was him.

He who promised to love me,

for better and for worse.

 

Why?

That question's too difficult

Where is easier. In our room.

Our room with the cot in the

corner. It was for her.

 

Why?

Is still don't know.

What is easier. It was a knife.

A knife which slit, cut and stabbed

at my throat and stomach.

Why?

I can't remember!

How is easier. With a casual

indifference. The anger had

dissapeared.

 

Why?

Because of me. Because I killed

our baby girl. Not born, never born.

The pills had taken her.

Like he took me.

 


Submitted: April 24, 2012

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fallen words

hi first one to comment
great poem on killing unborn girl baby. keep writing

Tue, April 24th, 2012 10:49am

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Thanks for the feed back :)

Tue, April 24th, 2012 4:22am

T M Allen

Very intense and attention-grabbing, nicely written.

Tue, April 24th, 2012 5:36pm

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Thank you :)
Memories1995 xxx

Tue, April 24th, 2012 11:05am

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