My Murder

You ask why I did it,

And honestly, I have no answer.

I don’t know.

It was fun, I guess.

Earlier this week,

When the mailman delivered my mail,

I invited him in for coffee and scones.

I brought him to my living room

And simply thought

why not.

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stabbed him in the chest.

As his last, cold breath hugged me

And as Death entered through the back door,

I felt oddly excited.