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Feb 162013
 

by Holly Day

 

she sits across from the tiny bed

a length of red cord twisted tight in her hands

resolve finally strong, enough to be in this room

but not enough to close the gap

between her and her children

curled sleeping in bed

 

when things grew bad I knew I had to die

that I couldn’t go one step further

 

she thinks of the husband who refuses to work

sitting out back, drinking beer with his friends

one hand resting on the bare-brown thigh

of the girl from next door who sort of thinks he’s cute

and the world is about to crash and fall apart

but if she’s gone, her children will starve

and she hasn’t eaten for days

 

if I do it, they have to come too

I can’t leave my children to be abandoned by him