and lost in thought
It was much later during the night,
I saw her sliding from the bed,
and dropping to the floor,
her eyes shut tight,
and I was seeing red,
wanting to rush for the door,
but I stayed there instead,
her head thrown back,
far to the right,
I participated in that vicious attack,
but she didn’t put up a fight,
deep down I felt an empty hole,
and her death burned into my soul,
so that I could hardly stand it,
on the bedroom carpet I would just sit,
her body trapped in death,
and I was laughing low under my breath,
when I looked at her lifeless body,
I knew someday I’d be caught,
she was just there as if transfixed
and lost in thought,
her tears were gone without a trace,
and the fear gone from her face,
unaware, lost,
but perhaps in a much better place.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio