UPSTAIRS AND AROUND THE CORNER

Shoes at the door, feet on the floor

Sat in his chair, curls in her hair

Silent curiosity, she stares at the rail

Eyes move to him, he's anything but frail

Standing up, the dizziness appears.

From the life of her mind-set

To the death that she hears

The dress that outlines her face,

Flowing with satin and lace

Such a pretty thing to waste on the blood of her surpasser

Yet she doesn't realize and creeps even faster

Feet meet the stairs now

Her tiny fingers they curl

Up-around the stair rail

Eyes dull like a pearl

One step, then another,

Elevation is blind

The ribbons she neglects

As they spin and unwind

But she feels he might be watching

She questions his presence

And with that her slow stepping

Turns into quick accents

Once she reaches the top

She looks back, down the staircase

He is no where in sight

And she resumes her slow pace

Down the hall, past the window

The bedroom, the light

To the end where the evidence

Is no where in sight

But there's a door on the end,

A passageway to the attic

She was told not to enter

The thought of this made her frantic

With fear for her life she opens the door

There's ropes and blankets, red stains on the floor

Walking to the end, around the bend of thin dress,

Lays her mother, motionless, in the thick violent mess

"Every night the whisper of torture sad song

A slash and fall for every time she was wrong"

The daughter repeats these words in her head

As she lays beside her mother and keeper, now dead

It goes silent again as she cries herself to death

"Sweet father Sweet father, may you seek your last breath."