Thwack Thwack

Machete’s percussion against the bone

Slicing through epithelium……connective……

Gurgling of venous blood

Thwack Thwack

Word painting in haemochrome

Muffled murmurs

Consciousness along descending fifths

Thwack Thwack

His eyes, a veneer of opiated hate

Her son and his, downstairs, listening to silence

And percussion of a Machete

Thwack Thwack

She had a stay order on him,

Against his inebriated virulent manhood,

Fancy though, a fool she, to her own forgiving mien

Thwack Thwack

He found her, her son did

Garishly vivisected

Barely sucking in her last dregs of life

Silence………..

 

On a case of Domestic Violence in Georgetown, Guyana