Jacob's Ashes

A jealous man was Jacob, who's temper could not be stifled. He possessed the wrath of a lover scorned ask him about the ashes.

He lived his life day to day with a monkey on his back, his ego bigger than the paranoia lurking in the depths. His minds eye boasts of cunning wit, "No one's of the wiser. Could not, would not dare the thought, ask him about the ashes."

The days a bit deceptive now guilt plays tricks in Jacob's brain, he can hear the people whisper, "Suspicion!" His thoughts proclaimed, "They know about the bloody knife, someone saw me in the furnace room. A last I disposed of all the evidence, but what if they ask me about the ashes?"

Nights shame the days as far as conscience goes, he lies awake in bed at night pondering the big reveal. Not only was Jacob a jealous man, full of pride he was indeed! No one would get the best of Jake he wouldn't wait for them to ask him about the ashes.

Now a crazy man was Jacob, his ego outmatched, now paranoid. He told the town of his hanus crimes described them to a "T".  Jacob caught his wife in bed with another man, and without a hint of hesitation he removed both their heads. Then pushed on toward the basement, the furnace room some refer, "They both fit oh so cozy," he grinned as they burned. "But the ashes, oh the ashes, they were everywhere!" He screamed, "On my clothes, in my hair, up my nose, and on my skin! You all saw the ashes, someone was bound to ask me about the ashes!"

A sedated man is Jacob now, in a padded room he stays. Plagued by thoughts of his crimes the horrors of his deeds. He waits there now a wretched heap, angry and insane. Waiting with a phobic angst for the day that someone asks him about the ashes.