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