The Piercing of Teresa

Duty-bound

I came to execute

The verdict of Teresa

On that appointed eve

Like a soft breeze

Pounding the curtains

I entered unseen

As a pup she laid

Duped that her

Satin and laced sheets

Would get her covered

From the judgement

That would befall her

Then braced myself did I

To enforce her sentence

Cold and swift

Arrow in hand

Steadily aimed

Dug deep in her skin

This I did

Over and over again

Instead of her body

Limped

And eerily silent dead

I heard

Her forceful

Muffled

Shriek

As the steel bored deeper

I heard a

Slapping sound

Squishing

Steady

Periodic

Was I amused

Where the blade had been

Not a trickle of blood

Nothing did I see

But it got more crimson

Like ripe tomatoes

Begging to be picked free

I turned to her face

Contorted it was

Her eyes blocked the faint light

Mouth’s an open vessel

Begging for the rain to trickle

In the dead of the night