Eight weeks, eight kills,
Each a twisted crucifixion:
Upside down, on Sunday found;
A killer with a mission.
He took them each on Friday,
Sometime in the night.
Fearful, a decree was made
To stay in when there’s no light.
But teenagers will always be
Victims of their own bravado.
In a clearing in the woods:
Bonfire, peer and bottle.
Christine never was a party girl;
But she came for friends who were.
Tommy handed her a drink that night…
All the rest’s a blur.
She remembers running,
Tears streaming down her face —
Straight into a man,
Who held her for a space;
Then he looked her in the eyes
And she realized who he was.
She remembers trying to scream,
But all the rest is fuzz.
She wakes up in a tiny room,
Tied up to a chair;
Another opposite of her:
That same man sitting there.
He smiles as she wakes
And bids her a good morning,
Apologizing for the state
Of the room — hardly warming.
He regrets the necessity of binds,
And the means he used last night:
A conk over the head,
So they wouldn’t have to fight.
He was sorry to see her
In such a state before:
Most he sees on such a night
Deserve all they get and more;
But she, he is convinced
Is made of better stuff,
And if she’ll just bear with him ’til Sunday
Then she’ll be free enough.
***
For his final victim,
Those two days were hell;
And when they found the body,
They almost couldn’t tell.
It had been lashed and stoned;
Crucified and burned.
Hung upside down
As a lesson to be learned:
That those who claim to be
Righteous, should be upright;
An evil man pretending
Deserves to tremble in the night.
So the killer believed;
And he believes it still
When he thinks about Christine.
She sometimes visits him in jail;
And that final kill, that final Sunday,
The man he killed and burned?
As somebody who could hurt her,
Tommy got what he deserved.
Well, this one was very specific — though I suspect I was not:
Good evening. Wow, just wow. This poem is amazing. I read twice and I am still trying to figure out is the message in my face, is there a meaning or is everything a subjective mess that I need to figure out and any interpretation can be the right one. Well, I want to feature this on my Friday night poetry corner for others to see and read more of this nice work. Well done!
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Thanks. ☺ Pretty sure most of my poems are of the subjective mess variety. 😆
And thank you again, for the feature.
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I kind of thought so well done!
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Reblogged this on KG Bethlehem and commented:
Good evening everyone and welcome again and again and again to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. Thjs week is a poem called “The Crucifix Killer” by a thoughtful poet who goes by the name of writerinretrospect. Please read this and visit this writer’s page when you get a chance.
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Amazingly put out💙💙
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Aw, thanks. 😊
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The pleasure’s all mine 💙💙
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What an enthralling story.
I did not see the ending coming. Well done.
I’m glad to see you participate in those prompts.
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Thank you. I was a little unsure about this one… Still am. It’s one of my flight of fancy writings where I really can’t tell if I made any sense; I just kind of let loose, and whatever came out, came out. And what came out wasn’t quite what was expected.
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I really like that part of writing – having 1 thing in mind, but then writing something else.
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It is indeed interesting to see what comes out; Though sometimes I feel way out in left field.
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Nice twist!
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Thank you. ☺
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