He Just Refuses to Die

Epilogue

The faint ticking of the clock pierced right through her ear drum,

And her teeth bit her bottom lip so vigorously that it became numb.

The scent of the freshly baked turkey clouded the entire room,

It would be another hour, she could not help but assume. 

Her blonde-haired mother smiled at her from across the table,

And she knew her mother only smiled to try and make herself stable.

For this wasn't the first time this blasphemy had occurred,

No it wasn't the first - neither was it the second time, nor the third.

Her father had told them both that he wold arrive at eight,

But of course, to no one's surprise, once again he was late.

She rested her hands on the table and told her her mother it was infidelity,

But her mother shook her head, telling her daughter he was incapable of such obscenity

"You're only sixteen years old," her mother then replied,

"You don't know what you're talking about," her mother then denied.

Her mother knew that infidelity was, in fact, the case,

But, for her daughter, she had to handle the situation with grace.

Soon enough, however, she handled the situation with disgrace instead,

As she smashed and cracked everything that was on the table - from the turkey to the bread.

Her mother felt her heart shatter simultaneously with the glass,

This wasn't supposed to happen - What happened to me handling the situation with class?!

Her mother shook her head and muttered a feeble "Excuse me,"

And the girl looked at her mother and muttered an honest "You confuse me."

Thirty minutes had passed, and her mother did not yet return,

But then she heard something unusual, and her confusion at her mother's absence turned into concern.

So, she did as anyone would, and went to the bathroom to look for her mother,

She then let out a deafening scream and then swiftly let out another.

All she she saw at that moment was her mother's lifeless body so stained

With what she assumed was blood, and she'd never seen her mother's face look so drained

Of any colour, of any emotion, and she wondered what her mother could have done,

But then she put two and two together, as she saw the bloodied, shining gun.

She heard their house door unlock,

He did not even bother with so much as a knock!

So she hurriedly went on her feet,

And took the gun underneath the toilet seat.

"I'm home! How are yo -" her father had said,

But before he said anything more, she shot the bastard dead.

She stood right by his corpse's side,

And looked him straight at him, then sighed,

"Next time any man tells me he would come at eight,

Well, he better not be fucking late."