Where the Broken Go

Murder

It happened in the late hours of night,

In the coldest dead o’winter.

Onward toward the shed, grasping my shovel tight,

I set out to bury her.

There in the shed she lay,

Covered by a thick wool blanket…

Her mouth agape as if to say,

This act was one she’d never forget.

Too many times I had told her,

Of the secrets she must keep…

But such mystery and allure,

Had brought her to this infinite sleep.

I slung her body across my shoulder,

And set out for the swamp.

She was as heavy as a boulder,

Chuckled, “Man will them gators chomp!”

When I reached the edge of the water,

I flung her body to the ground.

For sure she was dead, for sure…

Still, I could feel someone lurking around.

I hurried to shovel the dirt,

So I could dump her in.

Blood smeared all across my shirt,

This horrible, unforgivable sin…

Her eyes glared at me,

From just beneath the blankets seam.

As if she could still see,

And were about to let out a scream.

I rolled her limp body into the shallow hole,

Taking care not to gaze into her eyes.

Something deep within my soul,

Had brought me to realize…

This was the love, I’d loved all my life,

The woman I had chosen to make my wife.

Now she was gone and I was alone,

In the house that we had called home.

And in that restless moment,

I began to think of her…

And all of the time we had spent,

Confused in a love unsure.

Maybe I had locked her away,

In our cabin deep within the wood?

And on that fateful day,

She had taken all she could.

Was it I who had driven her insane,

By threatening her into silence?

Was it my lust for inflicting pain,

That lead to this act of violence?

Her cloudy fear filled eyes,

Brought on a feeling of regret.

But no sooner did I realize,

How soon I would forget.

She’d stand around and yell,

In her curlers and her moo-moo.

She made my life a living hell,

What else was I to do?

After I had dumped her fat ass in the hole,

I let a smile cross my face…

Now that I was rid of the ugly troll,

A cold beer I would embrace.

I patted the dirt where she lay,

And turned to head home.

I still couldn’t sway,

The feeling that I wasn’t alone.

The walk was longer than I remembered,

The air bit hard on my neck.

In that second it occurred,

Should I go back and check?

Was that bitch still in her hole,

With the worms fighting to feed?

Or had fear taken its toll,

In my desperate time of need?

I picked up the pace,

And hurried along the dirt path.

Branches whipped at my face,

I loathed her deadly wrath.

The moon glowed eerily upon the hood of my truck,

I could see the cabin ahead…

I cursed as the branches struck,

Still trying to convince myself she was dead.

In the window of my cabin,

A light not lit before…

I prayed for forgiveness of my sin,

And swore I would kill no more.

My knees buckled,

But I made it inside.

I was pale faced and white knuckled,

But the fear had died.

Now I pumped out adrenaline,

Ready to smack her down again…

To hell with her, to hell with sin,

I needed whiskey and man’s best friend.

One way or the other she was going down,

No matter how hard she cried.

I’d bury her twenty feet beneath the ground,

As long as she stayed there this time.

When I went in,

Much to my surprise…

It was my neighbor Finn,

With his wife’s homemade pies.

Yup, I was good to go,

Feasting like a king.

They went down fast and settled real slow,

I never suspected a thing.

As the lump caught in my throat,

And a tear escaped my eye…

I began to choke,

I began to die…

Finn just smiled as I hit the floor.

But before I surrendered to my death,

Covered in swamp, she stood at the door…

Evil laughter as I took my last breath.

Cunning women take very little shit,

May this be a lesson to all men…

Deep in us all lies true grit,

And karma will kick your ass 9 times out of ten.