As She Drew Her Knife... The Children Stared Poem by Emily Lovell

His heart displayed affection-
hers was only cold,
The decorations for christmas; torn.

In their place she screamed.
Her voice cracking; an emotion?
he still loved her.

The red and green; stone grey,
Their children whisper-
'is mum insane? '

Their expressions plastered,
an illusion of hope,
he still held her close- as she clawed.

His heart tore through pity and strife,
A face stretched-
beyond a well rehearsed smile.

The children remember-
Mum drew the knife,
As she bled on the cold floor-
before he came home.

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