He raised his hand behind his back
A shining sharp blade clutched in his hand
But he couldn’t do it
He walked into the kitchen
As she followed she laughed out loud
He turned and swung the knife
It cut and gashed her throat
She staggered unsteadily across the room
As she fell he screamed and shouted
“Sorry, sorry I love you”
He fell to his knee yelling and cursing
“What have I done”?
He paused
Stared into the dead woman’s eyes
Then stared at his watch
3pm
Tick tock
3:05
Tick tock
Richard would be back soon.
Up the stairs he crashed and clattered
Bang crash
He flew open the bedroom door
Grabbed some rope from under the bed
And then grabbed Marrielle's scarf
“Goodbye”
He cried
“And I love you both”
The house went quiet as he hung from the ceiling
The woods were howling
The trees were talking
As Richard was walking home
The house was dark and gloomy
There was an atmosphere all around
He opened the door
A speck of red blood on the floor
As he walked in the kitchen
Shouted his mother
But got no answer
As he walked in to the kitchen
There she was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood
He screamed
“What has been done”?
There was no spring in his step
Only lightweight fear
On the floor lay a knife
Just outside his parent room
He opened the creaky door
There hung his father from the hook in the ceiling
Richard fell too his knees
With knife clutched to his chest
There he sat for at least a week
Cold, clammy
Sticky, sweaty, soggy
At last he got up his face was pasty
He was as thin as a stick and as cold as ice
And
He could not look at his mother
As days went by, he started to feel angry but sad
He started to move his mother
Bit by bit
Stair by stair
Eventually all the family together again
All in one room
Reunited
25 years later
The that we know as Richard
Is now hated and dreaded
He only comes out at night
He’s bored up all the windows in the house
But he does still live there
After all these years
The moon still watches in the sky
The wolves always howl in the trees
In the quietness of Croxley street
56 the house that still stands
Never lit by light or candles
Just the dim light from the moon