I'm lost in thought...
and kind of exhausted and tired of sweeping this under a rug
hiding the toxic behaviour that smothered our love
I struggle with knowing I wasn't enough...
he tossed me a bottle of beer and then offered a hug.
"can't we admit that it happened" he said, cracking a grin
"you're mad I was fucking your wife... is that what it is?"
my passionate fist landed under his chin.
"well, I'm done with the bitch", as he shrugged at the hit
so I swung and I struck him again...
the bottle exploded in foam on the floor but he didn't complain
he told me he's cum on her tits, so I spit in his face.
he wiped it away and he laughed. "if that's how you act"
"no wonder she left without packing a bag..."
I glared at his back as he moved to the fridge
then carefully grabbed glass just to settle an itch
and stabbed raggedly, dagger cracking his ribs
'til he staggered and spat blood bubbled up in his sink.
he doubled over. his hands gripped porcelain tiles and grout
so I shoved his head lower, slamming ceramics into his mouth.
he gurgled and gasped when his teeth cracked
hoping to breathe 'til I turned on the tap.
the sink filled fast and he struggled with each splash
'til the thrashing was still and his arms slacked.
I sat down. Opened a bottle of beer and just drank.
I stared at the back of my hand where his blood stained.
it felt strange, knowing I took a man's life,
all for the want of a mutinous wife.
if I left him here dead, would the neighbors notice?
would our mutual friends establish my motive?
I finished my beer and thought of that old lake
where my wife and I had had our third date.
the stones at the shore could serve as a weight...
I'm amazed I could think straight.
hours of work later and patiently waiting until it was dark,
I had scrubbed down the blood 'til it stiffened my arm
then I'd gotten him bundled up and packed in his car
and waved to neighbors as I drove him away to prevent their alarm.
... before long, I stood with my toes in the sand
and saran wrapped the man that I stabbed.
I was ready to be done, but I watched while he sank
then scrambled back up from the bank.
I guess there's a merit to covering up love
I pulled out my phone as I took off my gloves.
I texted my wife.
"Let's meet for coffee and talk."
"okay", she replied. just like I thought.
well, one down and one to go.
I wiped off the sweat as I walked home.