When Love Turns Dark

A hollow cord stretched across the room
Vibrating with tension and a nervy loom
A tempest brewing, emotions choked and broken

The door creaks open as crackling bone
Saran wrap seals the sound, leaving whispers alone
The thicken air heavy with unspoken dread
A veil of caution, a sum of fear instead

It hangs like smoke, a silent scream
Conived in a idiotic chilling space
Heavy drapes, like mourners dressed in black
Witness the tragedy they can’t turn back
Groans, acrid and sharp, echo in the crime scene

Multiplying inside, a coercive twisted fight
Throated threats spits venom everywhere
A web of disgust and distrust is what did him
A ruptured stalk, a face contorted with an affair

These walls remember the echoes of the knife
Furniture crashing, bruises and pressure dressing
Muffled cries that pierce the commotion
Wondering reasons why; the erosion

Every door slam and it defaced ache
Stalls like bottles on a dust-filled shelf
Each one a threat, a danger to oneself
The coroner trails a muggy charcoaled bag
An intense, pale gaze over the shattered crag
The hash-tagged threat ensues

‘Cheating will be the death of you’

But in the autopsy, the tongue is removed bare
The murder was a fatal attraction, a twisted silent snare
The victim, an upshot yoked in a fierce wife-beat
Is the gaslighting storm rodded by her killer’s feet