Regret.

Shimmering in the night,her eyes were wet,

but now looking back,she had no regret.

He shouted,she fret,calling him a bloody castrate.

He hit,she cried.

No love,just a never ending fight.

Drinking all day,he came back late.

As always,in total silence he ate.

Sober or drunk,all he spewed was hate.

She cooked all day,thought of the spark,a date!

But the compliments didn’t come,

even after the tense wait.

He washed,he changed,

then he said”I am going to bed.”

She cried for hours,until her eyes became bloodshot,

red.

A decision so sudden,it had to ruin her life.

She slit his throat in his sleep,deep with a kitchen knife.

He looked at her,blood gushing,the light leaving his eyes,

and all she said was,”I tried. I tried to be a loving wife.”

But now he was dead,his eyes were cold.

Time,she thought,how beautifully it moulds people,

the power it holds.

She took the keys and drove to the hill,

they had met their fate ,though ill.

And when she stood on the cliff’s edge,her eyes were wet.

But looking back now,she didn’t had a single regret.

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Author: endlessbrooder

Ask. :). Observer. Nature lover. Dogs, yes. Cats, no. Mountains. Photography. Adviser. :)

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