The River

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I can still picture the river,

It's waters blue and banks green.

And I remember how we sat there,

Looking at the blissful scene.

 

The grass tickled our bare feet

And the wind played through our hair.

He smiled at me and I smiled back,

Showing adoration and care.

 

Something jumped from the water,

So I ran to the edge to see.

Then I turned back to my love,

Beckoning for him to come to me.

 

Curiosity stirring, he walked over to me

And looked out over the water's bend.

It was then that he fell,

Meeting a watery end.

 

I screamed out his name

And searched for his bobbing head.

But I saw nothing for too long.

He was...dead.

 

I went to the police

And after three days were spent,

They found his body.

They called it an accident.

 

I now played my part

As the grief stricken bride.

But it was all an act.

For all of this was a vengeful ride.

 

He was a liar

And he had slept with her.

So I did what I had to.

I, not the water, was his murderer.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

ah...so cruel.....mind you, I never liked him anyway

[Stephen]

at first I thought it was an accident until I got to the end. Revenge is a dish best served cold (and wet). well written.