Undead
I sob and kneel beside the open grave,
relieved that no one's here to see.
Recalling all the happiness she gave,
I hope her spirit is now free,
and sadly wonder what is wrong with me -
my friend, my lover and my wife
is dead and wickedly, I took her life.
She died asleep upon our bed.
Why did I stab her with this bloody knife?
But then she stirs and lifts her head...
written 7th May for Dear Heart Constance's Dizain contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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