Wringing her hands while her left eye was twitching Cursing herself for her nagging and bitching Sobbing out loud but without any tears Just evil thoughts bringing life to her fears A heartbeat later she lifted her veil Her breathing slowed down, rethinking the tale She’d found a release from her torturous life A total release as the down trodden wife Her husband now dead. Stabbed through the chest A murder she knew she could blame on a guest