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Prose Challenge of the Week #42: Write about committing murder. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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JessicaJohnson

Self-Defense?

My darling! My dear! I have a story to tell.

Guzzle your liquor and listen well.

I wore red tonight to provoke your temper.

Harlot! Whore! A beating before dinner.

I push the right buttons to elicit your rage

All while keeping the beast in me caged.

Secured all my bruises, and I'm ending your reign

Of mayhem and terror. NEVER. AGAIN.

I've played my part perfectly--submissive, meek

The monster in you feeds on the weak.

Sit back, my darling! Your supper is served,

Complete with hydrocodone laced hors d'oeuvres.

I've distressed my concern over your new pill addiction

To you mother and sister, I'm all tears and attrition.

"Unintentional" reveals of bruises displayed

Pull everyone into this tragic masquerade.

Listen, my darling! I have a big reveal!

I know your secrets--the lives that you steal.

But the day you stole her from me, your fate was sealed.

I entered your arena knowing your game

But the beatings and bruises don't compare to the pain

Of the loss you inflicted before you knew my name.

She was my light and my heart. She was leaving with me.

My golden haired lover with eyes like the sea.

You bloodied her eyes. You snuffed out her light.

You condemned me to darkness and sharpened my bite.

So, here we are now! My mask peeled away,

Revealing the beast I no longer hold sway.

My dear! You're stumbling! Are your limbs feeling heavy?

All the liquor and pills will make you unsteady.

You come at me swinging, I bide my time.

Nails down your face to make your rage climb.

Bloody my lip as I sink the knife in...

In your side, a meek try, a believable defense.

But this dance is nearly over, I've played my part well.

Your demise will have a clear "self-defense" sell.

I lock with your eyes at your approach

My primal rage building as you encroach

Your mistake realized too late, your hope turned remote

As I sink teeth into flesh and tear out your throat.