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