Emily Drexler

The Big Oak Tree

Cut me into pieces,
Like you cut a choice of meat,
You broke me down to my last heartbeat,
Let me call you by the name you have given me,
Devil.
Let me go wash my bloody body in the rising shores of the black sea,
Let me rinse away the physical pain on my wrists,
This is your ending with a twist.
I may be the broken one,
But let me go get my gun,
And honey believe me,
It won't be long,
Till both of us are gone,
We both will be forever asleep,
In a magical land where the dead souls weep,
And you will realize what you have done,
When your brother is finally the favorite son,
And you're the boy in the ground,
Because he pushed his girlfriend around,
And I will be lying right next to you,
And neither of us can see the sky blue,
Or the grass green,
But I bet both of our mothers will scream,
Because no one knew,
The pain you put me through,
But now don't you worry baby,
Stop being so shaky,
Just a pull of this trigger,
And one more sip of liquor,
Ready?
One, two, three.
And now we will be buried under the big oak tree.

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

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