Dvorak's Living Hell, Part II
“...He said his wife in bed with another man,
she thought he was at work, he cried out ‘Tramp!’
Eric then, he lost control,
white hot rage claimed his soul,
and he bashed in their skulls with a lamp.
“Now they say Eric’s money wasn’t clean.
And he had some mob connections, rather mean.
Some came to the house,
cleaned up and carried bodies out,
nothing by the cops was ever seen.
“The investigations all turned up nothing.
Eric played the part of a spouse grieving.
With no witnesses to talk
for the deed Eric did walk,
and the two were chalked up as missing.
“At first he felt he himself free and clear,
but that lasted exactly for one year.
On the anniversary of her death,
he got himself out of bed
and started calling for her as is she were near.
“I didn’t know what was wrong with him,
then at the very hour of his great sin,
he ran up to that room,
stared in upon her doom,
and screamed for hours, dying again within.
“It’s been that way every single day now.
He sees her sin, then his, and screams out loud.
It seems to me that the Big Guy
didn't want him getting off light.
He meted out His justice, and lord how!”
Jo was stunned, and stared, jaw agape.
“If all this is true then why do you stay?”
Ellie just gave her a shrug,
Said,”You’re still hot and young.
But I got three kids, and this job really pays.”
What happened next, as if there was any doubt,
Jo gathered up her things, and walked out.
Ellie didn’t fear the worst,
She wouldn’t be the first.
All the while mad Eric just continued to shout…
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017