She shot him in the head.
As he was laying asleep in bed.
She had put up with so much of his physical abuse.
To her his living would serve no good use.
She was happy seeing him dead.
Now she had to get his blood stains out of the bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A vivid depiction of the cruelties in life; brutalities and crime. The final line is thought provoking. Will she be able to conceal the crime? A fascinating poem well crafted.