Death In The Kitchen Poem by Akujuobi Chijioke

A tale of hearts I wish to tell;
How a soul precious from glory fell.
The pride of her home, the voice of the grounds;
She strode on paths where hell abounds.

From the west I heard her call out to me;
My comfort zone, in the east my presence be.
I reached inside her and saw despair in her spirit;
Calm words to her I spoke, redolent of the song playing demise.

In the morning of her husband's journey she played deceit;
A goodbye kiss, with lips smeared with wits.
Loved by her own she cuddled, like hen to chicks.
Relaxed cheerfully on her untimely seat.

In the sadness of the night as the stars spelt doom;
Weariness in her conscience, she slipped out the room.
With sweaty palms, she wrote her death's wish, aloof;
Behold! In the morning her body dangling on the kitchen's roof.