It Was the Way That She Died
Hog tied in the back seat
you drove me to your home
blindfolded and beat
you put me on the couch
you free me but not for long
you chain me to the bed in the basement
whip me on the back
I scream out
knowing no one can hear me
Peeing in a bucket
with no way out
locked in a room for months
with eggs for dinner and lunch
As I cry, there's more torture to come
shocking me with a wire
you've made me your wife and now we have a son
An internet prince
I thought we were in love
Catfished, drugged, and hung
Cold and alone
Until your boots creep down the stairs
Eyes swollen shut
blood drips from my teeth
you read to me
the newspaper talked of my family
The search party stopped looking
I was no longer missing
they held a funeral
I'm sure they were crying
You laugh because I'm officially yours now
even though I was four miles from my house
I'll never see my family again
not my fish or my dog or my bed again
you laugh because you know the hardcore truth
you dug that hole in the backyard for me
you put plastic on top of a sheet
everyone will remember me for my smile
for my grand entrance into college
for my good deeds, they will talk of me
As if i died in my sleep
Peaceful and holy
little do they know
Its not the way that I lived
It's the way that I died.
Copyright © Tuesday Harmon | Year Posted 2023
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