Emmie Untitled Poem #5

Freezing

white

all around

flesh

blue tinged

standing still

punishment

black hair

blowing

northern wind

tears

crystal

leaving lids

burning cheeks

barely…..

Awaken 

tell me true

what is it 

that happened to you.

No.

This is your therapy.

This is so you will get well.

Emmellia do you not want to be well?

What is well to you?

I am fine.

I live here in a beautiful home.

I have friends.

I like living here.

You promised I would never have to leave.

Child peering

can you see

fear radiating

vibrating

wild animal

caught

cornered

which way out

deep breath

in

out

the woman returns.

Now Emmie…..

Emmellia…..

You know that you are unable to leave.

If you do it is to the big house for you.

The Electric Chair.

Voice muted.

Head falls forward.

Muttering.

Lean back.

Scribble notes.

Watching from corner of eye.

Almost see…..

sense…..

the change in her

a decision made

smile

licks at her lips

not seen before.

Are you ready?

For the start?

It is not pretty.

It is not for the faint of heart.

Eyes fixed

dancing fire

wood crackle

perfect setting

for the nightmare about to be told.

©Jan. 10/21

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