Murder is always dangerous
They tend to investigate murders
Now accidents
They tend to happen
Randomly
So, an accident it had to be then
She liked her bubble bath
Liked to listen to her music while relaxing
Seemed the obviously way then
Now all was needed was the execution
But more importantly
The alibi
He would be abroad when it happened
The simple rise in water as she entered the bath
The final song as she switched her music on
The extra hidden wire just to make sure
He would have that look of devastation
The breakdown
But the money would ease the pain
They would investigate
Of Course they would
They wouldn’t find anything
Eventually they would pay out
Something troubled him though
Just that niggling doubt
Kept nagging at him
What the hell was her final song.
-
Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2026 03:41
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Friendship
Offline)
Comments3
Your shinanigans are quite hilarious, on the funny side, but on the serious side when one feels like they have given their all only to have it taken is hard to recover. 🌹 Your fantasy is less wicked than mine.
A fun and mischievous read of madness where the extra wire would soon be found and the doubt of what song indicates the flaws in the planning. Nicely written
🤔Like your thinking. This poem focuses on a character who is contemplating the murder of a loved one for financial gain, reflecting on the details of the act and the subsequent investigation. The tension between the cold logic of the plan and the emotional weight of the act is central to the narrative.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.