Heather Schroer

Rookie (December 16,1979 / Fort Leonard Wood, MO)

A Woman All Alone - Poem by Heather Schroer

It's dark and cold-
she's very old.
A story I'll tell-
one I've been told...

a woman all alone-
of shit, is made her throne-
her family are all dead-
all that's left, this bag of bones.

her husband is dead-
her children are dead-
she killed them all,
shot them in the head.

* * *

one summer night-
just after midnight-
the children awoke-
terrified with fright.

a squeaking at the door-
footsteps on the wooden floor-
one shot, two shot, three...
and then no more.

the husband awoke-
on his words, he choked-
his three children,
no words they spoke.

he fell to his knees and wept-
mother in bed, she slept-
one shot more-
he breathed his last breath.

mother sprang from bed-
her family were all dead-
one by one they were
shot in the head.

the police, they came-
the mother was framed-
in court, the judge
sentenced her to hang.

* * *

It's dark and cold-
she's not so old-
a story I'll tell-
one that I've been told.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 27, 2008


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