The Ax

A macabre poem

She watched the ax split his skull
It was a pleasant sight to her
It both pleased and horrified her
Blood was everywhere.

He had treated her badly many times
She had finally had enough
His death satisfied her
She would not clean up the mess.

"Do you hear me bitch" he called
She awoke from her daydream
She asked herself one question
"Where did I lay my ax?"