How he told police he found her

                        for D.

Her neck was broken when I found her,

            arms purple and blue,            skull shattered

                                                                                    when I found her,

                                    bloody handprints across the vomit-soaked floor—

                                                            from the bathroom            to the bedroom—

                                                                                                                                                when I found her—

                        siting quietly in a well of blood—

 

                                                            after she asked a colleague to cover her shift for the next day—

                                                                                    told friends, “I can’t live this way…”

                                    after our boys fell asleep behind a locked door—

            when I found her

                                                                                                I called police—

                                                blew up pictures from our wedding day for the easel at the chapel—

                                                                                                                                                when I found her—

Stacy R. Nigliazzo’s debut poetry collection Scissored Moon was published in 2013 by Press 53. It was named Book of the Year by The American Journal of Nursing. It was also listed as a finalist for Jacar Press’s Julie Suk Award and the Texas Institute of Letters Bob Bush Memorial Award for First Book of Poetry. She is co-editor of Red Sky, an anthology addressing the global epidemic of violence against women. Her website: https://srnigliazzo.com.

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One Response to How he told police he found her

  1. operajan says:

    One of the best poems I’ve read in a long while.

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