Quilt

I made you a quilt

Normally
 you received my screams
Or a Broken glass that aimed for the main artery of your selfishness
But this time ...
You won't receive such ruby like gifts

I'll just give you this quilt


I waited for your return

I waited for your sorry ass lines to greet me
I waited for you to soothe me with those barbaric strokes in my womb that detested you
Hoping to one day birth the jaws of a lion to mutilate the buffalo fangs that injected me with the value of loneliness and nothingness.....as your devil's diction amputated God's connection from my spirit

But no more ...
I won't sing the slaves hymns knowing that massa's gona catch me before I leave the prison's entrance

No more
Shall I remain prisoner of a mind that slows to solution
Prisoner of hope constantly raped by fears with a fishing hook
Prisoner of hurt
A hurt that continues to seek help in the heart
Of a woman -that seems to be a hurt -aholic

So this time .....I make you a quilt
I'll sit in this corner you kicked me in
And stitch
Stitching the lacerations of my womb that wreaks your stench to the hues of the night's sky tattooed on my muffled outcries to the lord

stitching the miscarriages to the many nights you starved me
I can still hear the whaling of fright in the voice of my 2nd still birth lost in the folds and cracks on your instep

I stitch this quilt with fine leather of those belts- with the needles of my cries and bellows unheard ..... Sweet jesus ...forgive me for I have sinned

I stitch the leather brands imprinted on my back as I shielded our 1yr old daughter from your wrath
May her soul rest in peace
I stitch the silk in your false kisses to the nights you found it funny to strangle me ....releasing only at the very moment the death reaper opens the door and is one second away from claiming my soul

Oh I stitch ... My demonic anger
My hesitation
My dead soul
My silence

I stitch them all ..... A representation of your legacy my loving husband

And where ever you may be
Do note the hour of your death is near .
I have sealed your fate
Oh that poison and that coffee mate ...

I wait for your return ..to watch you slowly fade into helplessness

And I shall embalm your being with the venom of my anguish ...

My Egyptian god
I shall lay you to rest in the pyramid of my satisfaction
And wrap you in this fine quilt ..
Rest the crown upon your head ...
Crown made of the Skulls and Bones of my spirit
May you wear your Jewels with honour
So that your passage to the underworld be safe
And there you shall rule your rightful subjects
So long my king
So long the " me" that will never be ...again