LETHAL CONTEMPT

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LETHAL CONTEMPT

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The Serial Killer will not kill his wife

Even though he is furious with her 

Because, if he killed his wife

It would be so obvious that he did it

But he is volatile, murderous, homicidal

What can he do with this roiling cauldron of hate?

Simple, he finds and kills women who remind him of his wife

Strangers who did nothing but bear a resemblance to the focus of his anger

And in the mind of the Serial Killer

These murders are not his fault

He places the blame squarely on his wife

Who drove him to squeeze the life out of the victims

Her shortfalls and failings forced his hand

Often the Serial Killer will take a trophy from the victim

Like a necklace

And insist his wife wear this token of his esteem

So he can look at it, when he looks at her face. 

Gloating over the irony of her wearing the symbol of her unknown complicity

He regards with smug satisfaction how she is stupidly unaware

Of his true nature

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