She lay in a bed with a killer
A man who'd left trails of kisses on her neck
Left wounds so deep, 6ft under type deep.
A man who'd promised her love
A man she trusted
Threw abusive words her direction at each chance he had.
She got in bed with a killer
Not knowing how sick he really was
The man who'd proclaimed he loved her till death do they part.
More like till he put her to death.
Anger has consumed him, nothing she'd done.
But she was the one to receives the lashes.
The lashes of death, she'd called them.
For they cut deep into her skin, she'd wish for death to come and take her.
She lay in bed with a killer, he'd taken a knife.
Crossed his hands behind his back, as he entered their chamber.
Tonight he was ready, tonight he was a man on a mission.
A mission to kill the woman who'd lay her life before him.
He was to be rid of her.
He got in the bed, as she slept.
Heartbeat steady, but she felt the shift.
Her spirit told her to get up, to look at him.
Her spirit, uneasy.
The room became cold.
The mood has darkened.
Her heartbeat racing.
Fear increasing,
Tears ready to sprawl.
She turned, to face the knife.
The steel cold, demanding for contact.
His eyes, black
A wicked smile played on his face.
Her eyes, wet.
Heartbreaking at the realization.
"Why do you ha-"
Words lost in the silence.
The steel cold, threatening to freeze her.
The steel cold demanded contact.
Is this it?
YOU ARE READING
Suit of Death
PoetryFor the women who have experienced abuse, For the women who aren't able to share their pain. A summer love has gotten colder, It begins to freeze. Love turns to winter. Pain he inflicts. Silence your best friend.
