Drip

Turning the lock, I stepped inside
The apartment my wife and I reside
Only the porchlight had been left on
The switch I flipped before I had gone
A long day's work hung overhead
With another to come right after bed
Dropping my things on the livingroom floor
I turned and locked the entrance door

It was then that I caught a peculiar sound
Like rain from a gutter splashing on the ground
Dripping - drops as loud as a boom
Led me anxiously into the master room
From the ceiling fan hung my wife's severed head
With the rest of her body slumped over the bed
But instead of terror, I loosed a laugh
It appears I had almost forgot about that