The Murderous Mistress
There I stood, watching from a distance
There she stood, none other than a crimson grimace
Her red stilettos walked away, from what was said
For the man she loved, was finally dead.
Down the alleyways, into the starless unlit
Another life taken, another throat slit
The story remained untold, the truth left to unfold
Before another body, to lay out in the cold.
What has been seen, remains within us
The truth to be unveiled, we must
But how is one to speak of treachery
When one cannot speak of the memory.
Her red lips curl, once again a heartless girl
I closed my eyes, pretending that no one dies
But, it all floods back, a painless heart attack
For now, it is time.
Cold, the Winter around me
My breath was foreseen
I watched and I waited
For the girl, who was fated.
She held up her knife, to yet another man
But now, it was too hard to withstand
My hands grasped the weapon, but she beckoned
She leered at her feet, but I didn’t care to see
What she planned to do with me.
As I took my eyes off her porcelain face
She was preparing herself for the chase
Red, blue, white, they flashed in and out of my mind
I knew who they were going to find.
I tried to escape, I tried run
But this girl, was having too much fun
Fear overcame, she’d never be tamed
This was all just another game.
Pushed to the ground, I fought for my life
But it was too late, by the last silver knife
Another victim of the truth that needed to be said
Careful now, you might just end up dead.
Copyright © 2013 Anisa Nasir
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