She’s Killing Him With Poetry

He screams and cries in his sleep
He yells
And thrashes in his dreams
She’s killing him with poetry
---
She sits at her desk of pine
Tearing through pages and pages
Bottles and bottles
Of ink
She’s killing him with poetry
---
His window blows open
The full moon shining
A gust of wind blows through
Blows his wet hair
He shivers violently
She’s killing him with poetry
---
Her nightgown made of silk
Is covered in blood
Paper cuts and quill piercings
Have almost bled her through
She’s killing him with poetry
---
His quilt is ripped
With every scratch of her quill
His fever grows
Tears of blood stream gallantly
Onto his gold pillow cases
Her raven hair
Is stuck to her sweat-covered face
She’s killing him with poetry
---
The curtains sway a song
A maniacal song of hatred
The dirt floor a wasteland
Her feet a never ending dance
She’s killing him with poetry
---
His chamber is filled
With an atmosphere of death
The window seat is adorned
By helpless love letters
Abandoned and forgotten
His eyes are open
Yet he sleeps
He sleeps for a moment
An hour
Soon forever
She’s killing him with poetry
---
The walls spin and time ceases
As she squeezes his lungs
With her writing
Raindrops stream in torrents
Through his window
Her window
They come with a mission
Like thousands of quills
They hit him
Her
Stabbing
She’s killing him with poetry
---
She falls to the floor
Laughing
A blanket of death
Drapes her wet body
He dies in his sleep
Again with his eyes wide shut
Not seeing her love
And laughing
She killed him with poetry
---
And he killed her
With his refusal
And her own torture
She ensued upon him
A Romeo and Juliet
Choosing death over love

 
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