Scarlet Linen

By: Danny Dodger

A warped child’s bedtime tale

Their lunatic mother whispers harshly

The shadow marionettes slither down walls

As they quiver beneath their covers in trepidation

“She found her self in an alley way, no escape from the murderer”

The children clung to each other for a sense of protection on this night

The suicidal mother dancing through their room in the hours of darkness

She stops and glares at them with ravenous eyes as she stalks forward

She licks her blistered lips as she cocks her head to the side

“Sweet child of mine it will not hurt, I promise you”

A solitary shriek shot out like lightning

Two little girls found deceased today

The white linen saturated scarlet

A broken shadow oil lamp

A mother’s misery

Ideal execution