Kelly Cressio-Moeller
dark stairs
dark stairs
small hands,
she was tired
of feeling
She’d been robbed,
Kelly Cressio-Moeller
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p.435
Every night
Every night
I crept down the stairs,
Furtive furtive
the unseen,
I wandered
detached from
the risk
Kelly Cressio-Moeller
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p.56
his departure
his departure
Afterwards
was the relief—
Kelly Cressio-Moeller
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p.219
She didn’t tell anybody
She didn’t tell anybody
He
changed her
Kelly Cressio-Moeller
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p. 195
hush-hush
hush-hush
baby
so calm,
Such a thing called
for whispering.
How could he ?
Kelly Cressio-Moeller
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p.486