"Perfect"

"Perfect"

White picket fence
rose bushes along the side.
It all looks ideal, so very perfect,
no one know what the walls may hide.

Lilac walls, pictures of better times,
wooden floors that shine.
A beautiful kitchen with pale yellow walls
and the family table where they all dine.

Go down the hall.
its the first door on the right,
the door is kept closed and locked
to keep her out of sight.

She just didn't listen,
and tried to stand up, tried to be bold.
None of this would have happened
if she she would've done what she was told.

In her perfect blue bedroom,
her white satin sheets
are covered in dark red blood,
her heart no longer beats.

she knew how to make him angry,
knew he would raise his fist.
But she was done with this life,
he was NOT a real man.

She dared him to do it
she begged him to end her life.
He had hit her every night,
he had loved to make her cry.

Her once rosey cheeks,
pink with the breath of life,
are now pale and grey.
Her breast firmly impaled by a knife.

He hadn't meant to kill her,
didn't mean to take her life.
But his hands are soaked in his own doings,
he has murdered his own wife!

Close the door.
(The first on the right.)
Take care of the body later,
for now, keep her out of sight.

White picket fence
rose bushes along the side.
It all looks so ideal,
perfect some may say
...no one know what the walls may hide.

By: Jessica Belville