Please Help Me

 

Today was to be his day
His very special day
He didn’t know anything
It was to be a surprise

This man this man’s man
No longer a tyrant
No longer the big man
No longer Boss

His face lying in a broken bowl of chilli
Jagged edges of china stuck in his face
An eye ball, still attached, in the chilli
The other eye ball sitting in the plate of nachos

So much blood on the table
Steam rising from his broken head
A head like a broken bloodied boiled egg
A junior sledgehammer with a pink handle protruding

In disguise, she had bought it from a hardware store
For years she had learned to creep round him like a ninja
For fear of yet another beating or worse
She broke a pane of door glass and had gone inside

Hearing the football on TV
She new it was time to proceed
Moving in behind his chair with stealth
She positioned herself both arms raised

She let him take one more fork full of chilli
Then struck, just once, no frenzy
She felt elated, close to orgasm
The deed was done

She stood for a moment in contemplation
Remembering the beatings, the rapes, the tortures
Remembering the lost children, 4 never born
Remembering the pleading and begging to no avail

Now uncontrollably sobbing
She phones the police
“Some bastard has killed my husband”
“Please help me”