MicroHorror

A quiet night on the street where I live
No one outside to see, is it safe to go dig?
Dragging and carrying her out to the car
I know I will not have to travel very far
With her in the trunk, no cops I’m in luck.
Latch of the back and behind the wheel I am,
Blood covers every inch of my hand.
Wiping the sweat off my lips, my brow and my neck
I need to stop I’m smearing it.
Drive, drive, and drive, down the road,
I will get caught. I know I just know.
Looking for those bright lights,
The sirens blaring against the silent night,
I made it, I made it, but this cannot be true,
All that’s left is to bury her deep in the ground
It’s so quiet there isn’t a sound.
Deeper and deeper I go, shoveling mud out now,
It had to be winter. I hate the snow.
I laughed and I did cry when I watched her die,
Slamming her head inward and her guts
She thought she could get away with all those fucks.
Stupid woman, this was coming, you deserved it
But I still feel unsatisfied.
I cover her face with the dirt. Yes I cover her up.
She buried now, she’ll never hurt me again.
Maybe I should go and finish off all of her men.
Yes, It’ll make me feel better and then I’ll be okay
But I’ll do it tomorrow, save it for another day.
Too tired now, I think I’ll rest.
It’s so cold out here. My hands are ice.
I lay on top of where she sleeps. I am warm now,
It feels nice.
I think how much I loved her and the past is in my head,
Now I wish that my wife wasn’t dead.
I cry some more, the last time in my life
My sleep carries me off into the cold, dark and miserable night.