Crime of Passion ( Woes of a jilted lover)

“If I can’t have you, no one else will”. He often said.

The finger prints on the bathroom floor punctuated his deeds.

Traces of evidence printed in her bedroom signaling struggle.

Moments told in commotion, insinuating contempt.

Tendencies are ironies in wait.

Walking through a quiet interrogation room with his face

Lowered to the ground. The stench of hate in between

corridors. Rude stares along hall ways, women of farce

gossiping and jeering. Beckoning the lines of hate equivalent

to stab wounds. Remorse didn’t come easy for a crime he

committed. Pain and regret haunted him like a ghost through

the night. Memories still as vivid, his actions still fresh.

Her cries of pain resonating with the distant wailing siren

as he stabbed his lover in the bathroom.

A warm beautiful body turned cold and pale.

A vibrant life lost in the moment of a heated argument.

A beautiful future shattered by jealousy, mistrust, paranoia

and security culminating into violence, and leading to death.

Amidst panic and confusion, he almost created the perfect

crime scene. Her family and lawyer called it a suicide.

The police called it a crime of passion. Question marks

signaling his intentions. Traces of DNA carefully hidden in her

cold carnal fortress. Logic couldn’t let him think straight.

Guilt mocked the lines of his face, and created contradictions

in his speech, leading to misguided opinions and altered

allegations. Solid alibis were created and scapegoats framed.

Words didn’t add up, he panicked and spoke carelessly.

Stutters and gibbers amidst truth. His palms became sweaty

and he started crying; the lines of guilt.

Stings of regret following an aftermath of murder.

Crying foul, praying and asking for forgiveness.

Pleading innocent to a crime he could have avoided

if he had controlled his temper.

A sad confession culminating into pain and heartbreak,

he became a moving controversy, a shame to all lovers.

A cold blooded murderer, a criminal.

Branded, labeled, chained and convicted.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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