A Woman Scorned
Later she would look back and see
the cracks that were now obvious.
How blind she once had been
in the throngs of her passion.
Twenty years of his affairs
his lies, and his betrayal.
Yet it was only by chance
that she had found out.
Out for lunch one day
she saw him at the back,
with a lovely young woman.
He was engrossed in her.
Their body language intense
she could see the hot flames.
Following when they left
she saw them enter the hotel.
Sicken to her very core
she went home and paced.
Then set his clothes on fire
gleefully watching them burn.
When he saw the flames
he knew the game was up.
He raced to try to save things
Yelling out you crazy *****.
Then a loud screech of tires
he drove off rubber burning.
As for her, the flush of triumph
soon faded leaving her drained.
The divorce was acrimonious
the final judgement in her favour.
He now learned the hard lesson
never cross or scorn a woman.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
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