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To Murder A Saint
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My LiFe In WoRdS.... She brushes alongside him
Hands dashing gently into each other
She giggles he smiles
They sit for a cup of conversation.
He pays with more than needed
She leaves a napkin
Dotted with a phone number
He walks on with his big business
They hope to see a movie soon.
She invites her parents,
Preps the table with food
Finest on the block
He ties his tie and puts on his ring
She gazes at the bulging diamond
Located on her left hand
He kisses her and holds her tight
They whisper lovely things to each other.
He waits for her white dress to show
Laced and trimmed in her tanned body
She smiles for her new husband
The guests nod and cry
In happiness to the life
They begin to share together.
She cries herself to sleep in her mom’s arms
His bloodied fists bruised her delicate skin
Mother tells her not to go back,
She says she has to
Life wouldn’t exist without him
He knows that she’ll come back
They are suffering slowly.
He brings red roses to her bed
The nurse attending says she is hurt badly
Almost no chance that she’ll pull through
But some how she does
And he promises he will change
She believes him this time
They start again.
She gasps for breath as he chokes hold her neck
He watches her lungs deflate and nods
In appreciation for nature
She cries and tries to fight back
No use in fighting death
Her body goes limp
They will love even into death.
He lays white roses on her grave stone
No consideration for the woman
Whom he loved and whom he killed
She has no voice
She has no pulse
And she is without life.
They are not a They.
He is a murderer.
She is a saint.
