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My Dead Lover Kissed Me Welcome

Updated on September 3, 2017
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I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.


I stood there rooted in death as my hands trembled

I rushed to the sink to wash my face, mirror reflection, the devil I resembled

The nylon cord I disposed of

No evidence will be left for the cops

Her lifeless body laid there, clad in that dirty little red dress she deceived me in

How could she do such a heart breaking thing?

Scotch on the rocks calmed me as I flopped in the stinking old couch

She deserved it all, she deserved what she got

She broke my heart in pieces when she loved that chap

I gave her everything, I gave her my whole life

All she gave me back in return was lies and perfume scent from another at nights

Our one year old crying for her mom in the other room

But on the smell of the dead would greet her soon

Now reality sinks in, “Oh My God what have I done?”

I have taken her life, the breath she once breathe is gone

“Johnny, come out Johnny. It’s the cops, we know what you did.

I jumped up shocked, looking around for someplace to hid

How did they know? How could they know?

Questions without answers did not matter now, they were fast and I was just too slow.

I ran to the room and grabbed my kid and held the a pistol to her little head

“I want outta here cops, if anyone stops me little Hailey is dead.”

“I want an unmarked car filled with gas.”

“I want you to ensure me I will get a free pass”

“Good Lord man, you just murdered your lover.”

“Now you are terrorizing your daughter.”

“Put the child down and turn yourself in.”

The electric chair or injection, either way will redeem you from sin.

I looked at my little baby and broke down in tears

When did I become this horrid monster over the years?

I kissed Hailey on the forehead and gave her a final goodbye

Placed the gun to my head and made my brain fly

Then as my body laid their leaking on the floor

My dead lover appeared waving in the air like waters on the shore

She came up to me, kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Welcome”

Then a dark hole opened under my feet, fire danced, demons pranced as Lucifer pulled me down

She laughed as we both began to fell

With the devil’s hand clutching our ankles, dragging us down to hell.

© 2017 Clive Williams


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    • clivewilliams profile image

      Clive Williams 6 months ago from Jamaica

      Hello Eric. Thanks for reading my dead lover.....

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      Eric Dierker 6 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Wonderfully done. Such a sad story but as usual you can make anything fun.

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      Clive Williams 6 months ago from Jamaica

      maybe Flourish...but probably a light exist somewhere for her

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      FlourishAnyway 6 months ago from USA

      Wow, that ending was a surprise. That poor child doesn't stand much of a chance.

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      Clive Williams 6 months ago from Jamaica

      Yes Keuka, she was no good either.

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      Keuka Fields 6 months ago from Syracuse, New York

      Lol the ending got me because she went to hell too, but good poem