Killing Her Man
I feel sad for
the woman next door
because i know
she's alone
Her soul
lives in some other
world that she
visits in her dreams
nobody really
understood why
she fights
and cries out
in the night when
her soul is weak
and she thinks
of her own death
like a twig that breaks
and falls to the ground
never to get
up again
kissed on the the
back of her head
when the air
was cold
and the wind
blows through
the cracks
of windows
he rips out her
heart and gives
it to her when
she least expects it
she puts it on the
alter while he
he kills her
with kindness
stands at the
doorway and
watches him put
cream in his coffee
and moves
across the room
to another
dimension
radio plays a song
she remembers
long ago when
the air was clear
soon its time
to kill him again
she loves him
there was nothing else to do
Copyright © Todd Borstad | Year Posted 2015
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