When I see her picture I want to gouge her eyes out.
Inside despair has mixed with anger leaving me with no doubt.
I swear on our love she will pay.
I fall asleep that night knowing tomorrow will be the day.
Every time I am near her my body constricts.
The seeds of anguish have grown larger in my stomach's pit.
On my terms she will suffer like never before.
All I envision is her dead body in the smell of her own gore.
I wake up and I call her to meet me by my lover's grave.
She agrees and when I am through with her there will be nothing to save.
In my pocketbook I grab my knife and I set off for my ex-best friend's funeral.
In the shadows I watch her as I dream of her downfall.
My lover fell through a plate glass window during a heated argument.
The fiery passion that enveloped made me so bent.
With her back turned, I plunged the knife into her spine.
As I twisted it back and forth it felt divine.
Her screams would go unanswered and as her body fell the spark in my eyes turned into a blaze.
As her body became lifeless I was unfazed.
As rigor mortis set in I left the bloody mess without a care.
She should have known I was her worst nightmare.
Inside despair has mixed with anger leaving me with no doubt.
I swear on our love she will pay.
I fall asleep that night knowing tomorrow will be the day.
Every time I am near her my body constricts.
The seeds of anguish have grown larger in my stomach's pit.
On my terms she will suffer like never before.
All I envision is her dead body in the smell of her own gore.
I wake up and I call her to meet me by my lover's grave.
She agrees and when I am through with her there will be nothing to save.
In my pocketbook I grab my knife and I set off for my ex-best friend's funeral.
In the shadows I watch her as I dream of her downfall.
My lover fell through a plate glass window during a heated argument.
The fiery passion that enveloped made me so bent.
With her back turned, I plunged the knife into her spine.
As I twisted it back and forth it felt divine.
Her screams would go unanswered and as her body fell the spark in my eyes turned into a blaze.
As her body became lifeless I was unfazed.
As rigor mortis set in I left the bloody mess without a care.
She should have known I was her worst nightmare.
Author notes
1. Wrath http://www.deviantart.com/print/980286/
A woman gets her revenge on the woman who took away her lover. The proverbial knife in her heart and back was repaid by a real one. She wanted the woman who killed her lover to feel his and her pain. She was a close friend whose stupid argument killed the one she truly loved.
A contest entry
- The Seven Deadly Sins Contest by Ethereal One.
600 points, ended July 4, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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So strong, so powerful everything was simply amazing. I loved every single bit of it.
The seeds of anguish have grown larger in my stomach's pit.
On my terms she will suffer like never before.
All I envision is her dead body in the smell of her own gore
Im deeply amazed. -
Your words grab the reader and hold on right up to the end of your poem. I enjoyed the suspense, and the revenge in this poem.
Thank you for your entry, and good luck!
Ethereal One


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Omg! I love the end, it is really good.
"She should have known I was her worst nightmare."
That is brilliant!




