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It's Playtime

Poetry By: DanielReidy

A man has finally captured his wife's murderer, and it's playtime.

Submitted:Apr 10, 2014    Reads: 84    Comments: 46    Likes: 16   

Finally, I have him!

The man who murdered my wife 2 years ago.

I've spent months researching and planning,

Learning his daily routines and his regular habits.

Plotting the correct time and place to grab him, beat him,

And drag his bleeding body to this abandoned warehouse.


He's currently seated on a steel chair in front of me,

Knots of ropes binding his hands together

And his body to the cold confines of that four-legged tomb.

Earlier I placed gag in his mouth, but it was hard because he resisted a lot.

A swift swing of my trusty cricket bat took care of that.


He's staring at me, eyes wider than saucers,

Tears streaming down his blood-stained cheeks.

His nose is bent at a gruesome angle, and his jaw is hanging far too low.

But it's nothing he doesn't deserve.

He ruined my life, and I will not be deterred.

I'm going to ruin his.


I've brought with me a number of tools from my shed.

I think I'll begin with the saw.

Oh that's satisfying hearing the bones in his fingers crunch

As the serrated edge digs through, deeper and deeper.

Stop screaming or I'll hit you so damn hard your head will fly into orbit!


I think it's time for a bit of screwdriver.

Oh yes that's a good feeling, twisting and pushing,

Watching it bury itself deep within his eye sockets.

At least now he'll have no more tears, they were beginning to annoy me.


Haha! How could I forget the hammer?

I bet I can throw it at him from all the way over here!

YES! What a shot! That made a nice cracking sound!

Oh my goodness this is fun!


Last but not least, my shovel.

Aah plunging that flat edge into his neck is such fun!

Watching the blood ooze out has a sense of tranquillity to it.

He's stopped jerking around and making loud noises,

And now the warehouse is quiet and dark and cosy.


Oh I'm tired.

I think that's enough playing for one day,

I'll just lay down over there.


Nap time.


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