You may sense my deep drawn sighs
as yet a graveyard draught
but I just crave your kind attention
a candle for my forgotten grave.
My father used to shut the door
and tell me that he loved me too
And I was silent as my belly grew
a baby girl was born with flaming eyes.
Then overwhelmed with shame
I drowned her in the pond below
and hanged myself on boughs above.
I’m cursed, a sinner and a ghost.
I will leave you, let you hate me
just light a candle on my baby’s grave.
A second offering for my Halloween prompt at dVerse. Give a voice to the monster.
October 31, 2017