Red room, full moon,
They are ought to clap soon.
She went into the dark night,
Heart beating light,
Eyes barely seeing what might be of fright,
And ears hearing nothing;
She is oblivious to my intentions.
Heaven opens its doors
Because heaven knows
Where women like her go
When I’m done slitting their throats…
Soon after
She is on the ground,
Cold,
In a pool of her own blood,
Wishing she wasn’t rude to me earlier.
I was simply being polite.