The night was dark
the woods were
unnaturally quiet
I knew my love
was coming for me.
I wanted and
didn’t want this
night because of
the price I had
to pay.
I heard her howls
coming closer
and closer, and
my heart beat
faster and faster
as I began to
really think about
the cost and
could I go through
with it, the
sacrifice I’d have
to make.
But when I saw
her coming to
me out of the
darkness, all my
reservations melted
at the sight of her.
She howled at me
lovingly, and I
steadied my breath
pulled out my
pistol and shot
three silver
bullets into her
and almost shot
myself to death
afterwards feeling
like I couldn’t
live with what
I had done.
Though I wanted her,
though I needed her,
though I loved her,
I just couldn’t
let her go on
killing people,
especially
after that
10-year-old girl
she slaughtered.
I stood with my
pistol smoking,
tears falling,
and I knew I’d
have to turn
myself in
to the police
and confess
to killing
my wife and
spend the rest of
my life in prison
because nobody
would ever
believe my wife,
an esteemed doctor,
could in any way
be a mythical monster.
But then I decided
to tell the truth
and be thought
insane, so I could
be put in a hospital
for the insane
instead of the
insane conditions
of a prison.
Bob Boyd
