An Even Horror StoryA Poem by Bella-MarieThe paragraphing and such is horrific, but I am obsessed with even numbers and this was a good way for me to write... Warning has violence!
Of course,
I didn't want us to end this way. Yes, we once loved each other. But his drinking and my infidelity changed all of that. One night, whilst he was watching the sports channel with a beer in one hand, my lover came to our house and declared his everlasting love for me. My husband was mortified and ordered me out of the house like a dog. I was not pleased. I had paid good money for that house! I stayed with my lover, and there I hatched a cunning plan. It was daringly simple, and yet he would never had seen it coming, as I am a very calm person... When I crept into the house, armed with a cleaver, he was sitting with his beer at the telly, watching the Sport. When I stabbed him in the back, he didn't scream with pain like I wanted him to, and so I stabbed him once again. Then he began to gurgle and shriek in a most satisfying way. I gave my husband a quick peck before I slit his throat. Me and my lover fled to Ireland, where we changed our names and got on with a happy new life. Until I found lovely Johnny at work, and my lover found the Poker machines... But that is another story, but I think you can guess how it goes.
© 2010 Bella-MarieAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 29, 2010 Last Updated on May 29, 2010 AuthorBella-MarieHamilton, Waikato, New ZealandAboutSee that picture? Yeah, the profile picture of me. Yeah, yeah, that one! Well, that's my cat, I know! She's so cute, eh! I love my cat, she's the bomb. No, you're cat can't me as good as mine... maybe.. more..Writing
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