I woke up when she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep.
I didn’t want to see her. I didn’t want to talk to her.
I’d checked her phone that morning and found out
She’d emailed her eighth-grade student illicit photos
And been having sex in her car with the kid.
I pretended to be asleep because I was furious with her,
And was afraid of becoming too unhinged and
Too murderously enraged, completely out of my mind,
Because of her shocking, criminal activity with a child.
I felt like throwing up at the thought of her molesting a kid.
I called in sick at work the next day, too sick at heart to work.
I packed my suitcases and left her a note about what I’d found.
A day later, her affair with the kid was all over the news.
The police arrested her at the school where she worked.
And I couldn’t stay with a wife who cheated with a kid.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. I like and abide by the saying life's too short to be taken too seriously.
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