JUSTIFIED

KNEELING OVER HIS BLOOD STAINED BODY 
SHE BREATHE A SIGH OF RELIEF,
ALL THE ANGER THAT WAS BUILT UP 
OVER THE YEARS IN HER MIND,
ESCAPING IN THE TOXIC AIR.

SHE HAD COME TO THE RIVERS EDGE,
THERE WERE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO,
SHE SNAPPED, LOOSING CONTROL,
REALITY HAD SLIPPED AWAY,
FORGED BY THE MANY LIES AND UNFAITHFULNESS 
SHE HAD EXPERIENCED OVER THE YEARS.

HE HAD BROUGHT HER FLOWERS 
AS HE OFTEN DO, AFTER HIS CASUAL AFFAIRS,
AS SHE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR, 
REACHING INTO HER HANDBAG, 
SHE GRABBED THE DAGGER SHE HAD BOUGHT.

AS HE PRESENTED HER THE DOZEN YELLOW ROSES,
SHE PLUNGED THE DAGGER INTO HIS STOMACH,
THE HANDLE SAYING GOODBYE TO HER EYES.

FALLING TO HIS KNEES, WITH HIS LAST BREATH,
HE ASKED.. WHY? 
SHE WHISPERED, JUSTIFIED!
AS HIS BLOOD STAINED THE CASHMERE SWEATER 
SHE HAD BOUGHT HIM 
FOR THEIR FIFTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
JUST THREE DAY AGO.

WILFORD BARKER.