Danse Macabre

         Danse Macabre

A fading mouse beneath my right eye,
fingerprint bruises on my arm,
He promised to love, honor and cherish,
Not degrade, abuse and harm.

A vicious, open-handed slap,
took my hearing from one ear,
I've tried and tried to leave him,
But he holds me in a grip of fear.

Yesterday he shook the baby,
But I held myself in check,
To protest would only make him madder,
Then his hands would encircle my neck.

Instead, I devised a little plan,
That would dissolve my marriage ties,
I laced his beer with poison,
And watched the bastard die.

At the funeral, I was stoic,
I heard people say, "She's so brave!"
But when they leave the cemetery,
I'll waltz upon his grave.




DMM