Jerrybaldy
04-02-2014, 06:19 PM
She was pouring tea.
Tea, for Christ's sake.
From a coffee pot.
I could excuse the splatters
On her otherwise
Crisp white blouse.
It was, after all, a messy business.
My stomach churned
At the sugar encrusted spoon.
The biscuit packet
(yes, not home baked)
Said quite clearly
Best before Tuesday before last.
I noted that the doily
Was on its second outing at least.
I approached her
Carefully stepping over her husband's body
With the meat cleaver
In his grey cotton
Tank top sunken chest.
I couldn't hold back a moment longer.
"That's a f ucking coffee pot".
I told her straight.
Tea, for Christ's sake.
From a coffee pot.
I could excuse the splatters
On her otherwise
Crisp white blouse.
It was, after all, a messy business.
My stomach churned
At the sugar encrusted spoon.
The biscuit packet
(yes, not home baked)
Said quite clearly
Best before Tuesday before last.
I noted that the doily
Was on its second outing at least.
I approached her
Carefully stepping over her husband's body
With the meat cleaver
In his grey cotton
Tank top sunken chest.
I couldn't hold back a moment longer.
"That's a f ucking coffee pot".
I told her straight.