His cold eyes met mine,
One hand a weapon, another with a bottle of wine.
Rage took over him that night,
He did something he felt so right.
Shattering yet angrily I took that knife,
Stabbed him thrice in that dark night,
I killed two people, one him another my version of good wife.
I also did something I felt so right!
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Seductive Sonnets: A Poet's Challenge
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