Full Out Mama Bear

My heart is beating off the clock.
He is somewhere in here, and he can see better than I can.
He may lunge into me at any second.
I am holding two weapons, neither good enough.
One for slashing, the other for stunning.
My throat aches from the loud heartbeats.
There is only one sound here, my breathing.
I am sure it is loud enough heaven can hear it.
What was I thinking?
I know what I want to do, but can I?
I have never taken a life before, but he killed my baby!
I stand in silence, smelling mildew, mold, a dead mouse.
“Come on in!” a male voice says. “I am not done killing yet.”
“I can hear you BREATHING!” He yells. “Come on in!”
I do nothing, angry as hell now. Wanting him to suffer.
He comes around the corner. Electricity zaps hm.
I leap on him and slap the butcher knife down hard onto his neck.
His eyes roll back. His body makes a loud long shushing sound.
I am not satisfied. I keep chopping and slashing and smashing.
When I am finished God would have trouble putting him together.
My full mama bear came out. I walk home, bloody and bleeding.
My neighbors cheer as I pass. Two cops arrive an hour later.
No one saw anything. To this day that 1984 murder is an open case.
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Rodrigues Avatar
February 15, 2021 at 4:30 AM
Wow, Caren! I can see you walking through town in sweat, tears and blood, holding the knife! Dark one indeed!
Krutsinger Avatar
February 15, 2021 at 9:07 PM
This was a poetry contest on another site. I almost did not try it. His scenario was so dark.
Roper Avatar
February 14, 2021 at 10:39 PM
When it comes to our children that hidden creature that turns into a bear or lion attacks with no conscious. Hugs Eve
Krutsinger Avatar
February 15, 2021 at 9:07 PM
Sure does
Buhagiar Avatar
February 14, 2021 at 10:32 PM
A terrible murder still unresolved. There are many like that. Pity that we can never have peace in our lives. ~~
Krutsinger Avatar
February 15, 2021 at 9:08 PM
I think only two percent of murders in the USA ever get solved sadly.
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