Monster Masquerade: Wrapped in Wrath
Sat, Oct 31, 2015 | Read in 1 minutes
The snoring sound
Was crystal clear
No one but she
Could clearly hear
The sound of her lover
Close by
The lover who promised her
A lie
While he was sober
He said, “There’s no one but you
That’s in my head”
She believed
And now she’s shattered
By the words
That she once thought flattered
She stood up
From their bed
Where her lover
Laid asleep
Unknowing of her intention
To avenge his filthy deed
She chose a knife
From their kitchen
Far from the sharpest, she thought
She went back
Towards her lover
In a deep slumber upon their cot
Her knife was not the sharpest
But her fury surely was
She resolved to leave her lover
A mark she also has
Her heart was cut open
Now it was his turn
She held the knife above him
And thought, he has to learn
She swiftly plunged her dagger
Beneath the cage
That sheltered his heart
She looked at him as if looking
At a sad piece of art
She smiled
Upon her lover
Who struggled in their bed
Her suffering
Was over
Now that her lover is dead
One dark piece of poetry coming up. For Poet Rummager and FlyTrapMan’s Halloween event.
(Featured photo by Ryan McGuire)
