Her jealousy was insatiable.
If a woman were close to him,
Even in a grocery check out,
She accused him of wanting her
And grew insanely angry at him.
Maybe her jealousy was
Like a fateful premonition
Or maybe it brainwashed
Him into cheating in the end
She drove home from work early
On that horrible day, her
Paranoiac suspicions aroused,
She caught him and another woman
Fornicating in their marriage bed.
She grabbed his Mossberg shotgun
And blasted them both to death.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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