The Near-Perfect Crime ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


The night seemed colder, as the day grew older

Had he been planning his revenge all this time?

Feeling a bit unsteady, unsure if he was ready

Still, he knew he had planned the perfect crime

Over by the door, hearing footsteps on the floor

Finally, she came home, from her day at work

A long awaited moment, a kiss, was his bestowment

And that’s when everything went quite berserk

He never saw the blade, seems he had been played

She turned the tables, on his own deadly scheme

Beads of sweat, replaced by blood, he landed with a thud

As she walked away, she smiled, with an evil gleam

December Writing Prompt – Droplets of sweat fell to his lap as the blade glistened – Day 18/31

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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