Lucy

 
 
Lucy my favorite patient 
She has my heart 
With her wild red hair and a sweet toothy grin. 
Murdered her kids she did
With some bleach and a  bath tub 
 
She claims it Wasn't her 
That a black winged man with a halo on his head just took them into the night
 
The proof is there 
Lucy committed her ultimate sin
Now she lives in a room with a bed and a single window 
A roommate who is mute 
 
Tells me stories of how she used to bathe her kids and read to them at night before bed
And How one time little tommy drew her a picture of a crossbow 
And little Linda's dreams of reaching the stars 
 
At night I check on her through a tiny window 
Knowing what I will see 
The mute crying while Lucy tells her stories to calm her to sleep
 
What kills me most is the pictures  hanging on her wall 
Some of crossbows 
Some charts  naming all the stars 
How could such a loving person kill her young 
And still look for them in laundry chutes 
Cry herself to sleep missing them 
Sometimes you catch her smiling staring blank as if she is off somewhere happy
Somewhere in the night with her kids 
 
Hopefully it's just not that one night 
With bleach and those poor twins 
 


(Written as a private challenge)