She’s standing in the silence,
Tension thick as thieves;
Her hand chokes her weapon,
As she waits beneath the eaves.
The house is cloaked in darkness,
Except a light upstairs;
Shadows move within a window,
While her anger flares.
Her eyes are watching morbidly,
The sordid macabre display;
Her heart clenches painfully,
Yet she cannot look away.
Her lip curls in quiet mockery,
As she swallows rising bile;
Her muscles ache unpleasantly,
As though she’d run a mile.
Tears are acid upon her cheeks,
Burning moonlit pallid skin;
Two wrongs won’t make it right,
But she’s done let the Devil in.
Now it’s just a waiting game;
She wants to scream and yell–
“The little wench will surely bleed,
And then she’ll burn in Hell!”
The window’s shadows disappear,
And minutes feel like days;
Betrayal is gnawing at her stomach,
Like the food at cabarets.
Anticipation sparks her nerves,
Revenge will be so sweet;
She’s swallowed down this treachery,
Until she’s utterly replete.
Her fingers grip the frigid metal,
As footsteps fill her ears;
She can smell the acrid perfume,
Of the cyprian as she nears.
She cocks the gun in her hand,
And relishes in the ‘click’;
The barrel heavy in her palm,
The clock begins to tick.
As the figure passes by her,
So blissfully unaware,
She reaches out and grabs her
By dishevelled golden hair.
Before the slut can try to fight,
The gun is against her temple;
Even in her wildest dreams,
She never thought it’d be this simple.
She ignores the pleading whimpers,
And warns her not to scream;
Her lips twist in a sadistic smile,
Like the cat that got the cream.
“Did you think I’d let you get away?
Leave you perched upon your stool?
You thought that you’d get everything,
But now look who’s the fool.”
The words were bitter in her mouth,
And she dodged the floozy’s kick;
She released her hatred with a ‘bang’,
And blood splattered on the brick.
In satisfaction grim she spat,
Not even feeling shame,
“That’s for sleeping with my husband…
Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”