HINDSIGHT #103: Slowly

Killing him slowly’…

With her words, with her tone, with her style, with her deviously sly grin, her smile. With her cookin, her drive that’s been a while. Her ways, her ego, her emotions are like a trial. Her walk, her rise slowly etching his demise. Her wisdom, her canter, her banter wanting more to have his end as her ultimate prize. He realize that at the end will only be in dry eyes, more laughter in celebration with no cries, the misconstrued versions of facts turned to lies, though awakening from the nightmares sweating to live on edge cautioned from his dream’s suprise.…

~The Urban Psalmist

(This is not a reflection to recent events. This poem was writing originally Feb 16th, 2017)