HORROR Poem: The Mind of Lincoln by Jordan Quesada, by Jordan Quesada

For the Man who thinks He needs kinks worked.
For the Man who thinks this is an unforgivable sin.
For the Man who thinks he knows Her.
For the man who can’t make up his own mind.
For the man who patronizes with psychoanalyzation.
But who can know the mind of Lincoln but Lincoln himself?

For the man who thinks she is The Antichrist, just as she thinks he is.

For the Man who knows this is inescapable, as she’s faced already.

For the Man who needs comfort, she is here.

Let’s go back, darling.

Which, is something I’ve never quite understood.
Why kill your darlings, Anyway?
If it isn’t right, it isn’t right, but when it is, it fuckin is.

The Man I know knows this.
The Man I know wouldn’t need any explanations.
She will not be able to hold it all in for long, it seems.

But let’s go back.
I am no saint.
I am no angel.
I am no savior.
I am no compass.
I am Human, Darling, just like You.

She’s known to be owned by no man for many years.
This is a war already fought.
How much do you need from me now, Darling?
How much should I iron for you?

Let’s… Let’s just go back.
The day she sent her true feelings.
No, let’s go back further.
When she was hoping to form a tight friendship,
A writer’s bond.

She watched The Man’s videos with The Officer.
The Officer who supported their friendship.
For years. He’d say, you should reach out to him.
You two could talk for hours about this shit, he’d say.
Ha.

Let’s fast-forward now. Let’s go to…
Evelyn, because that’s the girl’s name.
Unless this is just made up too?
Then maybe the child’s name is… IDon’tMatter
Because everyone calls her a liar enough already,
And she already knows she’s a fraud.

But, Evelyn.
Sweet Evelyn.
Was hurt.
And She didn’t know of this damage until this night.
The inevitable.

A member of The Officer’s family hurt Evelyn.
Unforgivably.
And She has already left a man for Threats of hurting her baby.
But that’s not the point, is it?
The man wants to know what’s in Her mind now, right?

But Sweet Evelyn was hurt badly.
She still doesn’t know the extent of the harm to Sweet Evelyn
And She was writing on that writing-binge when the harm occurred.

And The Officer did nothing.

And She hates him for it.
He was supposed to keep them safe.
Safe from people like that.
And She hates herself for hating him for choosing blood.

But wait, we’re skipping too fast.
Forgive Her.
She’s told herself to never explain herself to Any man ever again.
But those days are gone.

For days after She learned of this harm,
She was a zombie.
Couldn’t forgive herself for putting her baby in that position.
And she wanted blood.
Understandably so.

Until it just made her feel so sad.
So sad she could disappear into the pond.
How would she help her baby heal?
How will she help her baby know she is better than what that Fuck did to her?

And something, she can’t remember what it was,
Maybe one of The Man’s videos.
But she was reminded to send him money.
So they could talk about books.
Her books.

And all she wanted was a hug.
And when The Officer gave her a hug,
She felt nothing.
And knew they were dead.

All she wanted was safety.
And she get’s it up the ass.
But more importantly,
Nobody believes Sweet Evelyn.
The babe didn’t speak when given the chance.
The babe won’t sleep in her room because that Fuck lives four doors down.
And her mother needs to keep her safe,
And this all fuckin happened with impeccable timing.
Clearly.

Don’t isolate me further with your uncertainties.
I may be a piece of shit,
But the babe is Her legacy.
The babe means more to this world than either of us.
The babe is The Future.
And this place has hurt Our Future.
And what do The Babe and The Mother deserve…

What, Anyway,
do The Babe and The Mother deserve?