Scarlett Prose (part2)

She woke up on number twos back porch
She had stowed away the night before
She waited for his kids to leave for school
Then slowly crept in the back door

He was doing cereal dishes
His collard shirt sleeves rolled up
She tapped his shoulder with the gun
And whispered, turn around and shut up

He calmly turn to face her
He made no sound at all
She looked him deep in his eyes
And then she'd recount it all

He was the man who held her down
Immobilized against his will
And right now, just like that night
He remained so calm and still

She knew he deserved worse than a bullet
She slammed his head into the dishwater
And when he didn't move anymore
She gave him his bullet for good measure 

She put her finger in the wound
It didn't seem to faze her
And she drew a rose with blood 
Between the magnets on the refrigerator 

She heard a familiar voice on the answering machine
Talking about getting picked up from the bus station
Number three, for just her luck 
Just revealed his location

By LukeCoomer ©