The loneliness crept up on her
The past few years felt like a blur
She was a shell of who she once was
And she certainly knew the cause
It was him as it had always been
And her patience was running thin
So tonight at dinner
She would rid herself of that sinner
What’s blogging without a casual poem about murder every few days? Boring is what. We all need a little bit of that Joe Goldberg energy in our life. Kidding. Murder is bad m’kay?
Dinner is a dish best served slightly poisonous, right? Well according to the experiences some people have had that’s about right. This poem is based on something I read online about a woman whose husband has been trying to poison her for a while by using her allergies against her. He tried to make her go into anaphylactic shock during a long train ride so she wouldn’t get any her. Luckily for her, she was already suspicious and had allergy medicine with her. She’s alive and well (and no longer with him I hope). I didn’t realise how many people actually try to poison others in real life. Like you don’t really think about it until it happens. I guess the moral of this poem is don’t be a giant eggplant emoji to people who make your food. Or in general if you wish to live a long and healthy life.
Has anyone ever tried to poison you? Let me know in the comments because I would love to hear your answer.
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