She felt no guilt nor shame,
only a sickening pleasure
as her dark craft of poisoning
went completely undetected
and was blamed instead
upon a midlife cardiac arrest.
The night before the funeral,
she sneak-thieved into the parlour
and with a ‘Rot In Hell’ smile
stole the Taxman’s pennies
from his once electric-blue eyes.
They found her at Dawn,
soaking in a thick red bath of suicide.
Wrongly finger-pointing
the cause upon widowy grief.
Yet, she had severed her mortal coil
with hope and excitement
in her treacherous, black heart.
To witness him mournfully start
upon his 100 year wandering
upon the banks of The River Styx,
safely from the slow moving dredge
of Charon’s psychopompic boat.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/
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