Fanny McCoy's Point of View
(Poem for the book 'The Coffin Quilt' by Ann Rinaldi)
"Ain't it purty?" Whispered my long dead sister, Roseanne; Ro for short My favorite and eldest sister
That I thought was the sun itself
Where has she gone?
Piece by piece, Disappearing At the loss of her two loves
Where has she gone?
My Dear sister Ro,
Here face lit by flickering candle light
A face I can not recognize
Replaced by clouded eyes, gleaming teeth, garnet hair,
And the rest is just
Bones
Menacing bones
Covered in grim and dirt
Nothing else
Flesh nor muscle are homed on this
Twisted soul any longer
Yeller Thing
I see it
I smell it
My monster of the future
Its tongue sprawled all around
Trying to take in more breath, as would a fish out of water
Its stench is more putrid than ever
Of five dead skunks, at least
This is its last warning
This is the last death in this God-fearing town
I nod in thanks as its dog-beast form saunters off
Into the woods
Ro wanted me to keep the Coffin Quilt
The reason in which we are both on the wicked side of tree
Of our now- crazed mothers tree
Ro told me to keep it safe
" Ain't it purty" She asks in a hollow, haunting tone
Her face wretched into a horrifying pose
Grinning madly like a Cheshire cat
Eyes now sockets
"Ain't it purty, Fanny baby?"
She sputters out of her cracked and blistered lips
I can't help but snicker in emptiness,
Keep that possessed thing of cloth that was in possession of that
Mass murderer?
I may just burn it to ashes .
I'll make sure no one feels what we have felt.
...Ever.
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