I thought she was a sweet, young woman
until I saw the darkness in her.
She danced ecstatically when a politician
she didn’t like was assassinated.
I saw this as an intrinsic evil in the core of
her being.
I saw that beneath the sweetness a monster
lurked.
I tried to dissuade her from her infamy, but
she was too entrenched in it.
When I broke up with her, I have no doubt
she wished me dead as well.
Had she been into black magic, I have no
doubt she would have had a voodoo doll that
looked like me with a kill shot needle in it.
Bob Boyd