Double Jeopardy

I never asked for more than you promised over and over again in heated whispers with your hot lips pressed to mine.

And if I am complicit in any crime

perhaps it’s the one mired in betrayal (yours)

and ignorance (mine)

As you savor your rum; red and slick like that sticky mess left on your hands, the voices in your head satisfy your convictions.

It was for her own good.

 

So you killed one to keep another.

 

Swallow your vows,

bite your tongue,

and wait for counsel

counting the years until your confession means nothing.

 

Soon enough, dearie, soon enough you can convince your peers it never happened.

 

But if they ever come back for you

just tell them what you told me

as you plunged the knife and split my soul

It was never about the money….

I did it all for love.

 

murder wordle

-written (the first thing I’ve written in months) for The Reverie Journal prompt of “Murder She Wrote”. 

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Kirsten is a wife after years of dating, a mom after years of infertility & a lover of shoes, words, NYC and TV dramas. A storyteller and daydreamer at heart, this is the place where her stories come to be told. Thanks for visiting.

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  1. NICE. I love the flow of this, and the voice.
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  2. Strong voice in this piece–especially with the harsh “dearie”. Impressive. :)
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  3. Yes! Chilling. Thank you for this.
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  4. Oh nice to see you writing again.. a murder poem .. what a great idea. :-) Like that you address the body with such tenderness.
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