The Killing Tree
The Killing Tree (caution extremely graphic)
My daddy hung my bunny on the killing tree
he wrapped my hands round the concrete filled pipe
a hot burn filled my body, then I went cold
the last thing I remember is swallowing my vomit
then I went away
It wasn't me who bashed that girls poor bunny to death
blood splashing on arms, face and clothing
swinging the pipe over and over
I had no emotions as I watched the girl below
except pity
as she was
mouth open
screaming
silence coming out in invisible waves
all sound floating off like it was never even there
the father's hands wrapped hers around the knife
It was not I who cut the rabbits throat
nor cut off the head
blood pouring and body slinging
I knew the girl was screaming inside
by the look in her eyes
They cut that baby's paws off
peeled the skin from the upside down bunny
I watched the father
bloodshot eyes as he was
screaming at the girl
so close his spittle attached to her face
she didn't notice
I was so thankful it wasn't me
who slit the bunny's belly open
pulled the entrails out so they
dropped into the gut bucket
I saw the girl running around the yard
eyes big as the moon and glassy
squeezing the urine from the bunny's grape sized bladder
laughing hysterically while chasing her brother
My God, what craziness, what horror
no wonder her mother thought her insane
It wasn't I who washed the blood from the girl
whoever did it
did it to hide the sins of the father
from the worlds eyes
It was not I at the dinner table
who was made to sit next to her father
not I when her father put parts of honey bunch on her plate
telling her to eat every bite or else
I saw her look up at him with a sick glint
then ate every single bite of that rabbit
a smile pasted on her face
I guess she showed him, didn't she.
For the first time I was proud of the little girl
who frightened her father when she ate her pet with a smile
I remember having the thought
She'd better get rid of her pet chicken and pet goats
else she be having dinner on them too
It wasn't I who went into the bathroom
rabbit erupting from stomach and nose
laying on the bathroom floor mouth open
snot and tears mingling while she silently wailed
making not a sound per daddy's request
I was so glad it was not me
I preferred to float above the girl...
Had I been able to do that forever
float above the pain and emotion
I would never have come down
Down was never safe
Copyright © Shaunda Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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