Because He Loved Her

[bean]

Shards of glass strewn haphazardly about;

Red liquid in a puddle covering too wide of a space.

Blue and Red flashing lights -

barks of a German Shepherd.

Men in navy blue questioning a man -

he is covered in red.

A woman approaches -

"M'am, you can't cross, this is a crime scene."

Frantic, hyper screaming -

"Where is my daughter?"

Broken yellow tape,

The mother bursts into her home.

Endless shrieks fill the chaotic air.

Inside, a bruised, broken body lay crumpled in the red puddle.

"Found it sheriff!,

God it's bloody."

"Someone make that woman stop."

One of the men in blue enter the home;

The woman is cradling the battered body,

stroking the hattered face.

"My baby."

Conversation about the body -

something about fists and a butcher knife.

She poundes her clenched fists against the red stained floor, (she hears outside);

"You are under arrest for the murder of...."

Zombie-like the mother walks out of the death filled house -

the officer not far behind.

Like a wolf she spies her target -

quickly now....

Two gunshots break the chaos.

"You bastard, you killed my daughter!"

Silence.

Another crumpled body,

Another red puddle.

He won't love her daughter anymore.

[Brenda Starrr]

Wow.....

[bean]

There's actually a 2nd part to this poem, it was for a class I had in college, where we had to write a poem in 2 different perspectives. I don't care for the second part as much as the first, so I didn't post it, but if there is interest in it I will post the second part.

[lullaby1031]

I like it a lot - You should post the 2nd half!

[Sybil]

i vote for posting the 2nd part, too..

[bean]

Okay, but I warn you, it's so-so quality.

[Mikielikesit]

Wow that was very deep and graphic..........revenge is so bitter sweet like glass up under your feet

[bean]

I worte this one after a friend showed up at my house after her boyfriend beat her up for the 100th time...her brother and I went and beat the guys ass, and took a sledgehammer to his truck.

[Mikielikesit]

I have no use for a man who beats women.....

[the eternal]

both poems have their strengths, but I do like this one better

In your poems what always gets me is the ending

"He won't love her daughter anymore."

That line just lingers with you until it fades.

[the eternal]

I have no use for a man who beats women.....

Really I think there are a lot of uses for a man who beats women.

Hmmm....

A tester for all your sex toys to see if they really penetrate well

A punching bag

A practice dummy for new phlebotomy students

A sharpener for rusty tattoo drills

Oh the list goes on and on