The clanging windows and creaking door,
the rain outside, begins to pour,
and she walks in the darkness of night,
her hair dishevelled and eyes sore.
She doesn't speak, she doesn't cry,
she walks with a purpose in her eye,
a silent burning desire in her heart,
of revenge that her culprit must die.
With every passing moment, she creeps nearer,
the clouds scream in suspense and wonder,
then in the flash of light, he did appear,
And she walked, her steps drawing his death nearer.
Within a blink of an eye, the weapon was out,
the victim could not find a moment to shout,
the swishes, the swashes, the bangs and the splats,
and there in a pool of blood, the body laid out.
Across the silence, she hears one approach,
the weapon cast away instantly for fear of reproach,
"What happened dear, why the noise?"
"Oh nothing! I just killed a cockroach."
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