As the Moon Was Waxing Gibbous

I saw my Dad step off the car

As he carried the usual stack of file

He brought home after work

And the maid turning the door open for him.

I heard my Mom talking on the phone,

“No, I clearly ordered red!” she said

And I wondered when was the last time

She had ever talked to me.

I tasted the cookies from the forbidden jar

That would go expired uneaten anyway

To see if anybody would notice

And the filthy belt greeted my skin anew.

I felt pain all over my body

For that one piece of cookie

But hey, I thought, pain is a more welcome feeling

Than to feel nothing at all.

I smelled death as the maid tucked me in,

Yes, the horribly sweet smell of eternal oblivion;

He was smiling, waving down when I opened the bedroom window

And as I fell, back first, I saw the moon was waxing gibbous.