At first you seemed angelic,
your face, your voice, even
your name.
But when you got
comfortable the darkness
crawled out of your soul.
Even your angel face
changed, eyes in unguarded
moments evil.
At times your voice
lost its sweetness,
sounded malevolent.
And you became
insanely jealous
of Gina, my coworker,
culminating in you
enrage and armed shooting
her and me at work.
I survived, Gina didn’t.
you vanished, and the
police learned
your MO was to get insanely
jealous and kill any
perceived rivals,
six in five states, reinventing
yourself with different names
and disguises each kill.
I don’t know it there’s a hell
but I believe you’ll be
somewhere like that
when you die, probably a
horrible death, and that’s
revenge enough for me.
Bob Boyd