AND IF YOU DON'T?
I was watching out the window, through
pouring sheets of rain.
Determined I must not miss seeing,
the moment that he came.
I had bustled about the house all day,
preparing for the night.
Now everything was set, just waiting
for him to come in sight.
I brushed a tear out of my eye, at a stray
memory of better times.
When we were younger and still dreaming
of a future that would shine.
The first time he hit me, I was shocked, and
a little piece of my soul died.
I couldn't ever seem to please him, no matter
what I did, how hard I tried.
My heart began to hammer, as I saw him
striding up the block.
He'd already gotten drenched in the short distance
from the bus stop.
I felt my fingers trembling on the curtain, knowing
how angry he would be.
I knew he'd find some crazy, convoluted way to
blame the rainy day on me.
I looked frantically around the place, looking for any
adjustments I needed to make.
When a cacophony arose from outside, of rending
metal and shrieking brakes.
I rushed to the window, looking out on my husband's
flattened, bloody remains.
I tried to contain my emotion, but the attack of
giggles wouldn't be contained.
Hit by the quintessential massive grill of a
semi-trailer pulling Mack Truck.
I truly could not contain my effervescent
bubbling mirth at my good luck.
I set the shotgun I'd been clenching back
up on it's hanging rack.
Taking extra shells out of my pockets,
I returned them to their stack.
I thought of the insurance policy I had saved for,
and clandestinely bought.
I had been so very concerned it wouldn't pay,
if, even accidentally, he was shot.
I laughed hysterically then, I mean I cackled,
I hooted, I wheezed and crowed.
At the accidental death clause, that meant
five million dollars to me was owed.
I'd decided he would die today, there were dozens of
witnesses to his grisly death by truck.
I was so delighted that I didn't have to do it myself,
I simply couldn't believe my luck.
I thought then, of the book I'd been thirstily gulping
as if it were water I was drinking.
Absolute proof that reality is ours for the sculpting*
"The Power of Positive Thinking."
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