You came home
The smell more bitter than sweet
Wine colored blood on the sleeves of your tee
With the knife in your hands
Colored red from the blood
You whispered my name
“Come out come out wherever you are”
He said softly then screamed
"Don’t worry I’ll soon be clean"
With the knife in his hands
He hovered over me
“There you are”
With a few swings of his razor sharp knife
Lied a warm dead body
That had no longer had life
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Author:
lydiaj24 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about a serial killing husband who killed a lot of other people but isn't satisfied until he kills his wife.
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