(not new) retitled so my mum can read it :)
the blonde follows me into the bathroom.
pleading for her life.
i regard her dispassionately. i am decided.
i put the gloves on. her eyes widen in alarm
(it takes much longer than i expect and is very messy)
i am sobbing. scrubbing. rose tainted water. terrible stains.
but i hated her ... and now that she's dead i can breathe again
i am calm by the time my husband arrives
i do not greet him
i hug my secret
i hold my breath and wait
his voice is audibly shaky:
"what the hell HAPPENED in here ?... did you KILL someone or something?"
he follows the sound of my laughter up the stairs and regards his wife:
smiling. newly red-headed. answering "sorta...".