Dinner is fraught with silence every eve
’tis better that way, my plan I can weave
Perhaps just a well-placed blow to the head?
No matter, as long as he ends up dead
Yes, I delight in my murderous plot
send him straight down below where he can rot
demons will find him and pick him apart
bitter on their tongue, they won’t find a heart
I leave the table, my chambers do wait
one more appetite he wishes to sate
this flesh is not yours, I’ll rid me of you!
fate written in blood, not even a clue
Steady in the shadows, I wait no more
a glint of steel for the one I abhor
I watch life drain as he takes his last breath
hollow, purple-stained beautiful in death
dVerse – writing dramatic monologues for Tuesday Poetics.