a different kind of Murderer
by Olivia Weinkein
what is that sadness that you wear
they stripped away your face to find
you hiding there.
you broke all of your fingers trying
to show them how to love
but when the bleeding began they made
you cover it up and said to you,
"i am quite simple, i need no dramatics
from you. so sit quiet and be good now
let me do what i need to do"
and you are obedient as usual, you hide
the way you bleed as they fumble around
inside of you sweating out their greed.
and then it's over and there are no
fireworks, no kind of applause.
no need to wait in wonder, there are
no telephone calls. you are hardly a
memory, they barely remember your skin.
you are just as faceless now to them
as you have always been.
Posted on 04/01/2003
Copyright © 2023 Olivia Weinkein
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Leah Laiben on 04/09/03 at 03:59 PM|
I really like this one...I'm thinkin its one of my new favorites...(although i hate what its about...and so do you)
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/20/03 at 03:43 PM|
Yes, a different kind of murderer, They are on the lose and they find their 'kill' so easily and so receptive. Nicely said.