She Smiles

She smiles,
a small, sad, twisted smile,
as he walks through the door,
and says he'll stay a while.

She laughs,
a frail, bitter laugh,
as he kisses her all over,
and removes her shirt on her behalf.

She moans,
a tiny, pityful moan,
as he leaves the room
and she is left alone.

She frowns,
a lonely, morose frown,
as she grabs the knife,
bought especially in town.

She sighs,
a worldweary, sick sigh,
as he re-enters the room,
and tells another lie.

She waves,
a beckoning, dangerous wave,
as she fingers the knife,
realising there's nothing left to save.

(there never has and never will,
she feel's no regret as she goes in for the kill)

She grins,
a toothy, malicious grin,
as she wraps her arms around him,
and commits the worst possible sin.

She smiles,
a small, sad, twisted smile,
as she walks out the door,
knowing it's time to go for a while.