Second Edit: Double-Murder and Suicide

[Richard]

Second Edit:

Submission

Weights readied to quickly snap,
while her blood soaked into a towel,
their son's room silent.

She struggled: fought and lost,
but fought - knee pressed into her back
until her last breath.

Angels slept from concussions
as a small limp body waited,
sedation premeditated strangulation.

The world spun too fast
as I imagine he held a bible and tried
to remember where he found it.

First Edit:

As he planned his suicide,
her blood settled into a towel
their son's room silent.

What is the easiest way to break one's neck?
his last question.

The crudest answer would be hands.

His solution was gym equipment,
weights arranged to snap quickly,
but I like to think nothing is truly instantaneous.

I imagine the world was spinning too fast for him,
angels were asleep with concussions.
I imagine him holding a bible,
yet unable to remember where he found it.
Sedating them probably made him feel almost humane,
another unknown only he owns.



Original:
I
What is the easiest way to break one's neck?

Hands,
once belonging to a father, husband, son,
given to fire, a failed cleanse.

Gym equipment,
weights arranged to snap quickly,
nothing is truly instantaneous.

II
Friday night,
her blood settles into a towel,
their fight transforms into a forgotten dream.
In his brain he hears his name chanted,
only to wake up alone, bathed in blackness,
angels still asleep with concussions,
the world spinning too fast.
He holds a bible and tries to remember
where he found it.
Even his tears are unsure of whose cheeks they are wetting.

III
Sedation feels the most humane.
He becomes a spectator for the rest:
feet sneak towards the door,
there will be no knock or happy goodnights,
arms, hands finish too fast.
Dazed, he manages to find a bible
and gives it to his son.