A night when you knew I was alone
You stood in the doorway of my room,
Startling me and revelling in that fact.
You always enjoyed scaring me.
How did you know when I was alone?
Husband turned stalker.
Police scoffed when they finally showed up.
Said you had rights.
"Rights"? said I. "Look at where you are standing
Mr. Policeman."
"What's that?" asked man in blue.
"Your standing in my sons blood,' said I.
If I was not wrapped in a cocoon shocked shell,
I might have laughed at the look on his face.
And it was not a little speck of blood,
Nor a spot of blood.
Oh NO,
Pooled.
A pool of my sons blood.
Brownish, sunk into the padding
Carpet needs to be replaced bloody pool.
My brain couldn't quite come to terms watching
Cop gingerly high stepping it out of my sons blood.
And the amzaing fact is this policeman,
Protector, call for help when you need 'em cop
Did not even ask about the bloody mess.
Nor question the blood smears down the hall.
Or even the red bloody front door.
Instead his partner spoke up and
She...she she she,
Asked if I had a restraining order.
I knew I was on my own.
Dear God.

Deborah
Greeneville
December 2006 of events in
Redwood City
July 2006