I didn’t ask for it;

It was born from innocence,

This monster I’ve become.

Boyish curiosity, hormones…


And a girl my own age

Living right next door.


I didn’t know you were so frail.


I miss seeing you,

In your window

While you talked on the phone,

Danced, twirled your hair…

Slept, unaware that I was there.


Why didn’t I know you were so frail?


I see your mother now –

Sometimes –

In the same window.


I wonder if her neck

Is as frail as yours…


She clutches your pillow –

The pink one –

And she bawls her eyes out,

And then she vacuums and dusts

And fluffs the pillow

And puts it back

Where your head used to lay.


Your head doesn’t lay anymore,

It flops.


Your father never goes in there.

He doesn’t go anywhere.

He just sits in that chair

and stares at the door.


He stopped filling his Viagra

And your mother is glad.

I’m seriously considering

Putting them out of their misery.


It would be merciful and quick…

Necks are so frail.






Published by: The Poet Darkling

The Poet Darkling is an award-winning poet, lyricist, author, editor, and freelance writer. She is currently working on her fifth poetry and monologue anthology, as well as her memoirs. In 2013, The Poet Darkling had the distinct honor of writing an introduction and closing poem for the short story anthology, “Broken Spokes along the Way,” by author Vance R. Farrell. She is also an esteemed member of several writer’s groups, including Writers-Network, and All Poetry, and was featured in the All Poetry anthology “Rewrite Sunlight” in 2017. Born in Chicago, Illinois, The Poet Darkling currently resides in Northeast Tennessee with her family, her pet black widow spider (whom she calls “Walter”), her imaginary muse (whom she hasn’t named), and her many diverse personalities. Since her childhood, The Poet Darkling has survived all manner of physical and sexual abuse, as well as mental illness, drug addiction, and long-term homelessness, and her poetry reflects this. With a steady voice, diverse subject matter, and the singular intent of helping others not only survive the darkness, but thrive there. The Poet Darkling appeals to a wide range of readers. She speaks for the traumatized soldier, the weary mother, the confused teen, the abandoned senior, the disenfranchised minority, the serial killer, and anyone who has suffered heartbreak, addiction, abuse, mental illness, and even the sting of death – and all in perfect rhyme and meter…or not. Following her own doctrine of “Live first; learn later,” The Poet Darkling is currently working on her M.A. in Creative Writing/English, with a concentration in Poetry at Southern New Hampshire University, where she also earned her B.A. in Creative Writing, with a concentration in Poetry and a minor in Professional Writing, graduating summa cum laude in 2017. The Poet Darkling is proud to be a member of the Sigma Tau Delta (Alpha Pi Psi) and Alpha Sigma Lambda (Sigma Psi) honor societies. When she is not writing, or plotting her bid for Poet Laureate of the United States, The Poet enjoys talking to herself, wandering around aimlessly and poking dead critters with sticks.

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