Red As A Rosie: A Poem About 'ALICE'
A brief look into the troubled life of young Lissy from KR Wilde's work in progress psychological thriller titled ALICE. It's first chapter is available to read for those who sign up to our newsletter found on this site's homepage. You can click on the button below, and taken there lickity split!
Red As A Rosie
Everyday I’d come home from school and see
Mama with knife in hand, slitting
Her forearms. The blood would run down pale skin,
And drip on to kitchen tile.
I’d watch as mama’s lips moved,
Singing herself a nursery rhyme.
Today it’s “Ring A-Round The
Rosie”, knife pressed to throat.
With backpack in hand, I watch Mama move
That blade across skin,
And listen as the rhyme turns
To a gurgling mess. Her
Blood is as red as those
Rosies she sings about, draining life
And staining shirt collar.
Mama won’t look at me, a
Smile on her face.
She doesn’t know
Me anyways, she hasn’t for years.
So I stand and watch
As Mama dies,
My tummy hungry for a ham sandwich.
I don’t wait long
For that last
Breath. It makes her body shudder,
And drop the knife. The
Tile turns red again, and I’m
Left to clean the mess.
But I only move for the phone,
Dialing Aunt Emma’s line.
She’s panicking and wondering why
I’m so darn calm,
But all I say is this:
“Auntie Em, my tummy hurts
So I’m going to go now,
And make a ham sandwich. Bye bye.”