They kissed passionately and fell onto the bed
As he unbuttoned his shirt she pulled out a gun
The truth was she wanted to kill him instead
He grinned, now the real fun had begun
He pulled the gun out of her hand before she pulled the trigger
This was not his first brush with death and would not be his last
His family business was far from legal
And it did not help that he had his own seedy past
He tied her hands to the bed
And began to go through her purse and phone
But she did not look sad
Instead she smiled like she had won
His throat started closing up and tears flowed from his eyes
He had to think quick
And in that instance he suddenly realised
The poison was in the lipstick
The gun was a distraction she had used
How could he miss
That it was all merely a ruse
His fate had already been sealed with a kiss
About “Sealed With A Kiss”
“Sealed With A Kiss” was inspired by some recent events. But before we get into that, if you’re reading this on the WordPress Reader, I would recommend viewing it on my site because the Reader always smooshes my poetry together and makes it look weird. View it on my site by clicking here:
Okay, back to the poem. I recently got poisoned by some old and possibly spoilt lipstick I used. And I talked about it on yesterdays post. Joseph Glidden, a fellow blogger, commented it could be a story but I thought why not a poem. I do love writing poetry about murder after all. So, I wrote this poem instead. And to my sister, I know you’re reading this. Yes, I got poisoned by my lipstick and no it’s not “literally hilarious.” 🙁
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