Thank you, sweetheart, I whisper my gratitude
My lips close to your ears
As you lay in a scarlet pool
Withering and twisting
Like a wayward leaf on an autumn noon
It’s okay, I tell you
Pushing the knife deeper
Into the guts that dared to annoy me
While you gasp for breath
Hands clawing at my arm in vain
Rest in peace, I murmur
When your body lies still as a statue
Your eyes staring at me;
Is it wonder, fear, or hate?
Too late to say now, isn’t it?
But that’s alright, sweetie
Time had come for you to leave
And my duty was to see you go
Now, honey, my heart feels light
My mind is free as sleep beckons me.
Back home I lay on the bed
Drifting to sleep like an innocent child
If only you could haunt me
But that ain’t gonna happen, darling
Sorry… but nope… not sorry
Note: This is a fictional piece.