Masked Emotions (a Collection of Poetical Works)

Chopped!

Chopped!

Mother went out one night

In her long flowy evening gown

The sight gave me an awful fright

As she slowly descended down.

She was limping to the kitchen

I was scared with all my life

For what she was holding made me spook-stricken

A long, gleaming, butcher's knife.

I followed her along the silent hallway

It was cold, scary, and dark

I saw Mother holding a candlestick

That produced freaky shadows with its spark

I scrambled behind the sofa

With my cowardice, I yelped

I could feel Mother's horrible aura

I wanted to scream for help

At last, with my courage, I peered

To my creepy Mother

She was still holding the knife, I feared

And what she did still wasn't over

I saw her lift the gleaming metal

And stared at a huge round thing

She readied herself and it fell

Right across the round head with a cling!

I gasped inwardly

Not wanting my Mother to hear

I heard her cackle hysterically

And it finally proclaim my worst fear.

But, as I scrunched my eyes

The sight wasn't what I've expected

It wasn't a roud, fleshy head swarmed with flies

And the red wasn't blood, as I would've depicted.

Mother laughed at the sight in front of her

As I stopped myself from running to the lawn

Even though there was red everywhere

But it only came from a perfectly-sliced watermelon.

I smiled at myself

Thanking the wind mother wasn't going to be a felon

But I still shrank back from laughter like an elf

As my thoughts flooded with watermelons

I finally stood up and walked to the table

I beamed at her like no other

But I wished what I saw was just a fable

Like I said, what she did wasn't over

She approached me

The knife in her hand

She grinned wickedly

And finally froze to a stand

"Hello, dear," she cooed

Still holding that metal stick

I didn't move from where I stood

And regretted it very quick

She lifted her arms

And sliced across my face with the knife

Then blood came rushing with harm

Out my body, my ended life.

Mother continued doing the sequence drop

Red stained her white apron

She kept slicing, and cutting, and just wouldn't stop

All because she practiced on a watermelon.