Memento
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Lucy Barton, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2016
I awoke, lobotomised by an unholy hour, by an unseen soundly foliage.
Quick to my eyes came sight, of a scoundrel’s silhouette,
I went and, grabbed my gun from the closet.
On tippy toes towards the danger, I crept,
At once realising the sound of my wife, missing from bed;
Her stifled terror – the panicked breath,
I barged in, awaiting no longer, and shot the intruder dead.
She was draped by the shower curtain, My God!
And as if it were, a deathly cloth for the murdered,
With the grip of a serpent; I couldn’t pull it off.
I sat there stupefied, mesmerised, by the poetry of her lips,
That stuttered and stopped. No blink came next.
From no-where I was lunged at,
Vexed forthwith by glass cascading about my head
I crumpled to the floor, by side my lovely wife, who was surely dead.
A shattered mirror above my utterance of a life, reflected this.