Love Poem: A Crime of Passion
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Written by: Neto Ken-Amobi

A Crime of Passion

It took a second. A single second and he was gone, 
I struck him once. Twice. Three times. I can’t really remember. 
All I remember is the stench of deceit that lingered in the air afterwards, 
An aroma that was too familiar to me since that last December. 
 
I acted fast. 
I seized the suitcase. It clung to the last memories we had 
A memory of affliction and treachery. Of lies he spun to get out of his 
Deception. He was mine. But he wasn’t. 
 
For his gaze seemed to wander, and it caused a sudden chill of jealousy; 
to run down my bruised and battered spine. 
But now these reminiscences of a tarnished and forgotten vacation; would be  
vandalised by the blood of the man I once loved. Or maybe still do. 
 
But I don’t regret it. I don’t think I ever will.  
I don’t think I ever should.