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The night seemed colder, as the day grew older
Had he been planning his revenge all this time?
Feeling a bit unsteady, unsure if he was ready
Still, he knew he had planned the perfect crime
Over by the door, hearing footsteps on the floor
Finally, she came home, from her day at work
A long awaited moment, a kiss, was his bestowment
And that’s when everything went quite berserk
He never saw the blade, seems he had been played
She turned the tables, on his own deadly scheme
Beads of sweat, replaced by blood, he landed with a thud
As she walked away, she smiled, with an evil gleam
December Writing Prompt – Droplets of sweat fell to his lap as the blade glistened – Day 18/31
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Quite clever. Seems each had reason to want to do away with the other. 😀
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I’m guessing she found out about his plan and said “no way!” 😉
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You’re in on their secrets. I thought they were each equally evil. I’m an equal opportunities proponent. But I don’t argue with the woman who knows! 😀
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LOL Love it! And your wit! Have a blessed Christmas, my friend! ❤
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for sharing! ❤
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Turning tables on evil is right,
Walk the line if need be but alway stay in the light.
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Absolutely!
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Brilliant!! 🙂could not have done it better myself!! 👍👌💚⚘
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The crime or the poem? lol Thank you! 🙂
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The poem though the crime can be tempting like you I am better than that, and nothing is worth throwing your life away right. 😉
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Exactly. 🙂
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