Freddy Poem by Charles Malcolm

Freddy



I prayed in the basement
beneath a swinging light-bulb
for a quick death.
i can't remember whose.
i remember the screams.
the stares.
the stairs.
her naked body
beneath the water
as it mixed with
the wine
their blood
our tears.
she begged me
to make it stop
impaling my heart
with each bootless cry.
on porcelain and an overturned trashcan
we held hands and died
for hours.
she told me to leave
as it happened.
and I did.
and it did.
i came back in
as she crossed the toilet
and flushed.

Thank god
and good thing
they tell me
now
as I nod and gag
on red wine
and claw-foot memories.

Monday, May 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: children,death,life,love,wine
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