Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Murderers

Murderers
So many friends and relatives,Put poison in my food, Surreptitiously,And thought I should not mention it,Be a good girl and a quiet victim,Because of bonds made in an idealized past
Some came ostensibly,Poison in hand,Sprinkled my food right in from of me!And said eat!Was I to swallow?In the name of what?
You want things to be the way they were.This can never be.Even if you apologized,Am I to test your sincerity using my life?
Should a battered wife,Take back her abuser?
No more room for you in my life.Were it for you I would be dead,Enjoy the company of your dead friend.I chose to live.
Live long.Prosper.This is where we part.