Tonight I am all alone in the house.The babies are asleep and the husband is out there somewhere.So I can wait for you to come.I am ready,though I know it's not time yet.I think I 'll go to the kitchen.I think you'll come there first.I want to see how's your face when you come.I'm quiet but worried, I hear a sigh from the babies' room.And then a cry.Oh, hush.Go back to sleep,don't make a sound.The house seems to be silent again.Sweet dreams darlings.Then it is you.You come down from the hall.I hide my knife in my sleeve.Hello.Your huge figure, your dark clothes, your common face.Your smell, so warm and familiar and then again so repulsive at the same time.You kneel, yet you are full of contemt and spite.Now we can start, can we.So I stab you.In the face, cause I really hate you coming here.In the chest, cause I feel pain for each time my babies cried this morning and I could do nothing.I slice your neck cause I 'm left oh so alone for once more.I stab you right in the belly and I turn the knife well inside, cause I really hate this house.And I cut off your fingers, cause leaving my job last Monday has brought me no relief of any kind yet.I stab you cause I am beautiful and kind and full of joy but no one can tell.I like the sight of your blood coming down in dark flows, flooding over the floor, all around my feet, so white and then so dirty moist.And then I crack your head with my sharp knife and let you lie on my kitchen's floor, leaving no room for me to stand.So I lie beside you and take you in my arms,and watch you drain.You still smile all the same and I'm powerless and exhausted.This was all that I could give.You wave goodbye then and leave me behind.Have fun.I think I hear the neighbour's cat scratching on the wall. It must have been the smell of blood.
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