Poetry

What Happened Yesterday

I woke up yesterdayMade my way back how I cameJumping fences through the neighbor's yardOutrunning threats and barking dogsDon't know how I got hereMy night's memory is always darkMy head is heavy, my stomach lightMy legs are burning, my chest is tight.I may have finally snapped I thinkI may have done just what I fearedI told him not to find her,thought I made my promise clearBut the red stains on my handsLeave me left with little doubt.Now there's sirens in the distancePolice dogs howling for my scentThe copper of the blood stenchThat follows me's not mineBut the wound left deep within meServes the sentence gave just fine

What Happened Yesterday

I woke up yesterday

Made my way back how I came

Jumping fences through the neighbor’s yard
Outrunning threats and barking dogs
Don’t know how I got here
My night’s memory is always dark
My head is heavy, my stomach light
My legs are burning, my chest is tight.
I may have finally snapped I think
I may have done just what I feared
I told him not to find her,
thought I made my promise clear
But the red stains on my hands
Leave me left with little doubt.
Now there’s sirens in the distance
Police dogs howling for my scent
The copper of the blood stench
That follows me’s not mine
But the wound left deep within me
Serves the sentence gave just fine
“Should just mind your business,”
She shouted from my memory
“What have you done? You’ve killed him!”
Are the words still haunting me
The vigilante who served justice
Upon a cruel man
Jumps leaps and bounds,
thinks won’t be found
Nor punished for good deed
I couldn’t stand to watch him hurt her
Slayed the monster,
Yet they’re chasing me.
Only protecting my sister,
Despite her cries to leave him be
The bruises she wore like make-up
Swollen eyes, forgot how to cry
I hear the sirens growing closer
But my eyes see the man I watched die
The police reports left buried,
Will climb right to the top-
When domestic violence becomes murder
Because the others wouldn’t make it stop
She will not forgive me
For taking the love of her life
But his days of hurting her are over,
Taken with my knife.

© Hannah Truelove

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