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.
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Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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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.
Murder is a serious business. lol
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
The song was definitely his main concern.
🤔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.
Feels like murder is alive and ripe both before and after the act itself 🙏🏻🕊️
Money is always the key.
I'm sure there are 'successful' murderers around with niggling doubts - poor fellas....
There must be people waiting for that chap at the door.
Oh dear... I suppose fate catches up with us all sometime or other.
Paul, I apologize for the delay…just came off finishing a major composition called The Shaman, another tone poem, and needed a minute to recover. This taps into that unsettling space where planning turns into overthinking…where one small detail starts to unravel everything. I’ve felt that spiral before, and you captured it cleanly here. Really well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Sounds very exciting, when is it out.
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