tic-tac-toe

TW: death, morbid poem whatever

I carved a swift ‘X’ on her arms 

with a razor sharp steak knife

‘tic tac toe - our favourite game’ 

I whispered lovingly to my drugged wife

She squirmed, she swayed

I slit her veins, again  

hoping to see the light 

from her eyes fade 

she smiled, though, 

and whispered raspily

‘I’ll always love you &

I’m here to stay’  

Her struggling body swam in a 

pool of crimson red 

Her soul gradually treaded towards 

the fiery doors of hell 

As I now lay besides her,

relieved now that she’s dead

I suddenly felt overwhelmed 

with pangs of grief and dread

Her icy-cold fingers 

tightly held mine

not wanting to let go 

even in death

she now laughed hysterically

taking her final raspy breaths

her sharp nails carved 

a huge ‘O’ on my arms

cutting through my veins, i bled

Scared and bewildered, i fled 

‘My love, the game has just begun,’ 

crawling behind me now, she said