Muse Jane Higgins
As much as she thought she didn't want to watch her curious hormones did all the looking,
Widowed in the window watching her neighbor get sexually degraded,
Before bed she moved the chair from in front of the television to in front of the shaded curtain,
Ready for more,
Ready to indulge her weekend curved behind doors,
Fiery sparks fly from behind the wood that broke between houses,
Yawning and breaching the crust of her self,
A part of her for over sixty years had not been crossed, She reached down in her devils pocket and pulled out a knife,
After seeing a shaken cage drenched with rage she felt like Mistress needed more,
She wanted to see Mistress get deeper in her sexual desire taken out on another,
Maybe one day shell pull over her covers and blow her cover,
Rubbing a pinwheel across her tangled skin,
Getting caught between the tunnels of her life it was knife play she had been waiting for,
On the plus side when will she ever have the time to meet a Mistress,
She tightened up her robe and shuffled into her evening slippers to head for the door,
The knife sticking straight up right in her hand,
Her tiny feet closely stepping one behind the other,
Barreled in excitement and adrenaline she had been watching them for days go at it,
Her soul needed to deliver the knife even if she didn't want it returned,
Why was Jane walking around with a knife in her robe pocket well,
Maybe she enjoyed the weight it held in her pocket,
Maybe she liked the cold hard steel pressing against her thigh,
Maybe she was training on how to catch a thief,
A thief that would take her widowed virtue,
Jane makes it all the way to the front door and down the flight of steps,
Knees shaking from nervousness and old age,
Lipstick smeared to make a good first impression,
Her body hallows with the wind as she inches in,
In a split second she trips over her slipper and stabs herself in the eye,
Bleeding out on her front lawn she leaned her head up with one good eye she could still see them across the path,
She reached out one hand to bring them closer,
Knowingly they would get further away because she is now drifting into her own death,
Had she made it across would of made it all worth it,
She finally broke her daily routine,
Found a way to dot all the T's,
She wrote out in her own blood in the grass...For Mistress...
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