Dead Meat

I am an actress, preparing my scene;
Policeman’s looking stern.
I am ready for my close-up, now,
All my lines are learned.

“I never meant to, it wasn’t planned.
I just lost it, went too far.
It was an accident! I swear!”
He frowns; says “These things always are.”

“I know I should have called,” I sob,
“I know I shouldn’t hide and lie-
But I couldn’t let her go, you see….”
He scribbles: “Couldn’t say goodbye.”

The memories flood back
heightening my senses.
“She was driving me crazy,
It was constant, relentless!”
“So you shook her in anger?”
the officer said.
And I nod, eyes downcast.
“Then I tucked her in bed.
She was fine when I left her…
Well, crying a lot.
But she soon quietened down,
Seemed content in her cot.”

“And the...burial?” he grimaces-
the house does still smell.
“I needed to keep her near me…
I died that day as well!”

Accidental death, they decide.
Looks like I got away with it.
Nobody need ever know
How much I hated that little shit.

But still I’m nostalgic
She was here for some time
And I nursed her through all sorts,
That baby of mine.

For the sake of appearance
She was cared for quite well
But each moment around her
was my living hell.

Her face is smiling all about
The room which once echoed her laugh
Photos of her on the swings,
Or having cake or bubble baths.
The touch of her baby skin
Was softer than cashmere.
I’ll be glad to forget it
Now that she’s not here.

With Chubby cheeks and doe eyes
She looked so sweet.
And she died under the floorboards-
My darling; Dead meat.