Her eyes whispered an evil story,
a tale of insanity untold,
her blood-stained hands weren’t sorry,
for what they had let unfold.
A human body lay before her, dead.
The room was engulfed by silence.
She moved towards the body, inclined her head,
no heartbeat, no pulse, no defiance.
She smiled as she caressed the body,
and a smirk lit up her face.
She realised that her workmanship was bit shoddy,
and sat down to neatly stitch a torn lace.
He had shouted at her every morning!
For silly things like the breakfast that was burnt.
He would always leave the house scorning,
and she could never make him happy, she learnt.
There was a price for making her unhappy,
a price for leaving her alone,
he would have to pay for being snappy,
she would teach him to lower his tone.
Take away something that is important to him,
a friend had suggested.
So she had looked around with an evil grin,
And when she found her in the closet, she smiled, “busted“.
Their four year old girl smiled back,
Mommy had won again in Hide and Seek,
“The lace of my frock got slit”, said the child,
and Mommy’s expression then turned bleak.
The door opened and he entered,
The woman sitting beside his child looked like a maniac,
She looked up with such calmness, he trembled,
and all she said was,
“I just stitched her lace back”.
Darpan 