Sorry Dear.

The blood floods the tiled floor,
guts are splattered on the wall.
Her face runs through my weary brain,
her mouth twisted into one of pain.
Blood made her much more beautiful,
her eyes shone with tears and fear.
And yet, I do not feel sorry for it.
She said she didn't mean it,
said it was a stupid mistake.
Fuck that, I said, before cutting her throat,
her blood washed out of the rosy line.
Covering her white blouse with a dark shade,
she gurgled her lies, over and over again.
I stood back and watched her fall,
the images flashing through my mind repeatedly.
Once down, I bent down and caressed her cheek,
placing a small kiss on her pallid lids.
Standing up and walking to the door,
I glanced back towards the floor.
Her body lay in a heap, next to her fucking lover.
'Sorry, dear, but you know how much I hate cheaters.'
I shut the door and walked into the night,
ridding the world of two liars.
And another cheater.