Stillness

She glides out of the room on tiptoe, As graceful as a sinuous ballet, Sliding past sad memories that flow, Staring, scowling eyes upon her still prey. As graceful as a sinuous ballet, Stealthily steadfast, slipping slowly, Staring, scowling eyes upon her still prey, She’s ready to strike bloodthirstily. Stealthily steadfast, slipping slowly, Marked double-crossing husband might have guessed, She’s ready to strike bloodthirstily, As he unwittingly lies down to rest. Marked double-crossing husband might have guessed, Slithering snakelike, it’s his scornful wife, As he unwittingly lies down to rest, She swoops in silently with sharpened knife. Like a surgeon’s slash it’s very precise, Sliding past sad memories that flow, With bloodied knife in hand, it’s once, twice, thrice, She glides out of the room on tiptoe.