Damsel

A damsel in distress
Her husband already has another mistress
She twirls the blade in her hand
Slicing and dicing the two are canned
Basement or attic where should they go
Once they where friends now foes
Her head is pounding she cant think
All she can see is red and pink
Sirens are blaring
Nostrils are flaring
The blade has made it to her throat but...
Can she make the deadly cut
RRRRR... the deed is done
The blood is a ton
What happened to this quiet life
It all ended with a knife