The shallow grave
is where she lays,
put there by a man
twisted and depraved,
in a forest of such beauty
ironic when you think
about the cruelty,
he inflicted upon her,
the lifeless remains
will never again stir,
from the uncaring
unforgiving resting place,
put there because of
so much hate,
towards women.
Because he is twisted,
she needed to die,
he insisted
but only to himself,
for he hides his crime
like his shame,
hides his face away ,
as he walked from her
shallow grave,
maybe nature
or creation had
something to say,
as he got in his car
and drove away,
he spun off the road
not seeing the sign displayed,
‘Warning deer crossing’,
into a ditch his car went
the metal suffered dents,
but a branch through
the window went,
like divine retribution
into his head
and he now would
for a time reside,
in the forest
in that ditch
on the roadside,
quiet and lonely
where few go,
he too would now
decompose, ever so slow,
like his victim,
oh, what synchronicity,
karma sometimes,
can be swift and life brief.
Via: Daily Prompt: Shallow
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