Monday, October 17, 2011

The dinner

He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.
She angered him sometimes.
She had her ways and he had his.
He just wanted her to obey.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.

She wore her hair a different way.
He wanted it to be longer.
She didn’t listen and cut it off.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.

She chose a dress that wasn’t black.
She picked the pearls that were too big.
He wanted her to wear the red.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.

She didn’t like the sauce he made.
She thought it was too spicy.
He loved that sauce.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.

She insisted on cutting up the meat.
He wanted to do it.
She took the knife from him.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.

She cut the meat into ugly, uneven pieces.
She ruined the dinner he had made.
He felt betrayed and like a fool.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.

She sat down and started eating.
He slowly grabbed the carving knife.
With a fast movement he slit her throat.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.
She fell to the floor at once.

Her blood coloring the floor red.
He put the knife back on the table.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.
The minutes passed and all was quite.

Her eyes were still open, but life had left.
Suddenly he was alone. His heart was aching.
He never even thought about it.
He never saw it coming.