Rainy night
Sullen mood
Laying in my bed
Knife under my pillow
It's your name
that's on the blade.
***
I can still hear the moans
Coming from the other side of the door
Me standing in the hall
I hear you say her name-
"Miranda."
***
My blood runs cold
I quietly walk away
Preparing my next move
A small tear down the side of my face
I'm going to put you in check.
***
I fantasize
I giggle
I form a grin
No,
You won't do this again
***
The night is here
I planned it all out
Laying,
Waiting for you to sleep
I put my mind at ease
Reminding myself my bags are in the car.
***
I hear your breath deepen
Slowing in it's pace
It's time.
***
I grab the knife
Looming over you
Playful thoughts again filling my head
Little demons dancing.
***
I collect my purse
Go to the garage
Take the knife to your car
Slashing the tires
Scratching the paint
Running the blade through leather.
***
Never again
This will be the last time you cause pain
At least to me.
***
Put on my wine red lipstick
Kiss the blade of the knife
Set it on my pillow
My last kiss goodbye.
***
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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Comments (8)
This is very Chilling, it remind me of an incident at work . Holy Cow !!!! 😱😱😱😱
Oh wow, this was so intense and raw with emotions! I loved it so much!
Chilling read!
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Wow! Such intensity! Love the drama and the knife! Great work! Bravo!
This poem is a masterpiece. It's dark, disturbing, and yet oddly mesmerizing. I couldn't stop reading it, even though I knew it was going to end badly."🤷♂️
Vicious - and yet why do I sympathise with the protagonist?
Aw, this is so sad. My thoughts were somewhat the same when I "caught" them. I tried to imagine the perfect crime and get away with it. Turned out the only perfect solution was divorce. At least I never ended up in jail. Whew! But if thoughts could kill . . .