she stood there - next to silence
while her crystal eyes were still wide
and streaks of red thunder were in sight - the
room is now filled with thin sleek still air
and all the other guests
could not set their eyes elsewhere
for the man was not shouting anymore.
he just sat there. motionless.
and i assume lifeless
his hair were still neat though;
nicely comb side ways
with his light stripe white shirt
only that the stripes were
smeared with blood
covering his chest
with a wooden-handle dining knife
struck right in the center
of the whole mud of blood
which by now it was very much
obvious that everyone would have
the same assumption as mine -
that he is lifeless.
and she stood there - next to silence
not knowing what to do next
she has a long shiny fork on her left hand
and her right hand was bare
(although before that she had
a wooden-handle dining knife there)
it is definitely not a good dinner
for the couple:
one ending up sitting there
lifeless - with a knife on his chest
and the other stood there
also lifeless - with scary voices in her head
as for me, i guess my job here is done.
i left the table with a smile
for the world is safe again
with the loss of another evil
ya. you ladies owe me a lot
and i mean, a lot.
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On behalf of the women of the world.. thank you prsdnt!
hahah. ur welcome. but i have to say..you should thank the persona in the poem. not the writer. hehe.
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