Bound by Silver Rings

 

My mother gave us silver rings to wear when she died

And begged us to never take them off.

So when the doctor gave a time of death

we donned the silver rings

and felt her presence rise up from the ground

to reclaim her place as head of the house.

It's almost like she didn't die

just grew more powerful

when she realized we had no way to fight back.

The rings wouldn't come off

and she always knew when we tried to take them off.

So late one night, when whatever was left of her

was pacing the lawn. We each grabbed a knife

and sliced the finger off.

The rings fell to the ground with a clang

and out mother fell away with a scream.