The Aftermath

A sort-of continuation on from one of my previous poems, Blood Money.

Waiting in the night,

through the window there comes light,

I’m hiding out of sight,

he will get such a fright.

 

When he comes through the door,

smelling of her Dior,

and sees them lying on the floor,

blood splashed on the decor.

 

With bodies turning cold,

for the scene he will behold,

has been so carefully controlled,

like a storybook foretold.

 

He’ll crouch before the mess,

no words left to express,

checking for a pulse, yes,

but there is nothing left.

 

He makes the door unlock,

I think my heart may stop,

they’ll hear him down the block,

screeching from the shock.

 

He’ll know just what he’s done,

while he was out having fun,

and I took to the gun,

the war has just begun.

 

He’s yelling out my name,

but it’s just not the same,

a sick and twisted game,

I lift the gun and take aim.

 

He finds me up the stairs,

beneath a fortress built of chairs,

one for each of his affairs,

a sin is what he wears.

 

But before the gun can fire,

my anger, it does tire,

his touch I do desire,

his love I do require.  

Reviews

[Alucard6336]

Interesting, but it's still a bloody messy, right?

Riveting. Kept my interest all the way through. But let me ask you something. Here I am, reviewing your poem in the middle of the night, and I found it both enjoyable and fun. :)

I can never express my feelings and thoughts outright otherwise. All I know is a man without a bit of mystery isn't any fun, yeah?

Well I was very well pleased to read both the original and this one. Great work, my friend. :)

[emme33]

Thank you so much for the review! I really appreciate it! I think you're right, a man without a mystery is just a man haha :)) thanks again, my friend

[DirectTangent]

Interesting work you've done.
The structure and rhyming scheme - I would imagine that took some work to get to.
I had to read to the end to see if carnage was the outcome. But it was an abrupt turn you took me on, and I ended feeling that you are a bigger person than me, particularly when referencing the repeated pattern of infidelity. Was love the bigger object, or need?
Thank you for this. I will be musing about it for a time.

[emme33]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed, and of course my intent is always to make the reader think about what they read for days afterward :))))