In prison twenty years, I got out today. No one would have said it was a sentence too lenient or an amnesty too early.
My mama always said, a mother would kill for her kids. Should kill for her kids.
One chilly morning, just as I was entering from work, my anorexic, pathologically thin, model-beautiful preteen daughter rushed to me naked, crying. What she’d been telling me all along and what I had been ignoring – because I trusted too much, leaving no room for doubt – came hurtling back on me. My self-proclaimed pathological liar-cum-womanizer morphed sexual predator husband had raped her – for the umpteenth time.
I checked my daughter’s insides – she was wet.
My beloved husband of thirteen years, whom I too had neglected due to my job demands, emerged from our daughter’s room in a post-coital trance not even caring to spare me the sight of his rumpled pajamas. What father preys of his daughter despite how immodest she appears?
All my sensei-inculcated tactics and many police-paid-hours in a Japanese dojo came instinctively. A round-house pirouette got him by surprise. Before he hit the ground I’d already put two bullets in his heart with my service revolver.
It was a high profile case with high-octane media frenzy. I was now part of statistics of rising cases of police officers killing their spouses. The only twist was that I did not end my life in the process of giving crime reporters a field day.
‘Guilty as Charged’ was my plea.
Twenty years I have lived with hard, die-hard incorrigible criminals caged like an animal at the Kamiti Maximum Security prison, people I had sworn to hunt.
That love for my Sweet Tracy has kept me alive in prison, but now I am out.
I would be glad to go back there if someone ever laid a finger on my daughter.
Copyright ©2012.
Elove Poetry.
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I am a poet, freelance writer, author and blogger. Many of my works have been published on Triond, Wikinut, Trifter, Socyberty, AuthSpot.com, writinghood.com and Bizcovering. I would love to write more here, and gain more experience for pen and paper are my closest companions... besides these I have none.Go to elovepoetry's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
The Spelling of love – S A C R I F I C E. Nice spin.
@mention – sunshine…. You have it.
The guy is a fool. He knows his wife is a crime officer and he went ahead to stick it in….Haba! Shooting him was simple. Would have cut off his kcid and fed him with it, b4 pumping him full with lead. Bastard…hehehe.
Simple, nice..Me likey…Well done…$ß.
Me na like da resentment… serves him right o!
I just hope the daughter would be appreciative of her mother’s act and the motive behind it. Well done
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Well done. Told simply.
@magic… thanks
loved it…simple and straight to the point..
Read more please
@Bubbllinna…. serves him right;
@elovepoetry … a pitiful reality… beautifully captured like Rembrant’s hand making his immortal sketches…
@innoalifa…. i have got no idea of Rembrant’s, but i guess it’s an excellent artist…. thanks for your comment
Rembrandt was a Dutch painter and etcher, considered one of the greatest painters, of course, an artist, in European history… He was an artist who told stories with colours… but @elovepoetry is an artist who tell her own stories with words in their best order…
@innoalifa… I see, and thanks for the review of my work…. I love it.
@elovepoetry … you are always welcome… but never break the unspoken promise – the promise to forever keep writing… Cheers!
Straight to the point and very interesting.
@Efadel… thanks o!