March 8, 2019
Ms. Holway and Ophelia
By Audrie Roelf
Fragile, lonely widow
Darkened New Hampshire farmhouse
Silent morning, dawn just breaking
Strange shadow in the doorway
A jolt of terror with the realization of what may come.
“I’m an old woman,” she croaked.
“You don’t want to do this to me.”
A sinister smile advancing his scheme.
He took his time.
Hands around her throat, invading body and mind.
Shockingly quiet as she lay
Eyes scanning the room – her once safe space.
I must make it through, she prayed.
Until blackness overcame.
She roused, bruised and bleeding
A stranger snoring where her beloved once dreamed.
Small-town Easter morning
And nothing will ever be the same.
Floating flowers in her hair,
Pocket rocks and broken hearts.
Breathe out and let it go.
She for love, I for anger.
Fitful sleep – fighting mind.
Breathe out and let’s rewind.
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