I made the tea
Brewed as usual by
That pot with the crack
He never got it fixed
Not that it matters
I don't drink tea
Not that he knows that
So I made his tea
Went to take it down
To his lair
All the way down the cellar stairs
To the cellar
And as usual
Light bulbs flashed
I Waited for them to flicker
Like watching the kettle boil
Like waiting for his call
Like him waiting for his dinner
When I entered his
Room
Just a room
He said oh you've brought my tea
That's right my dear
And I noticed an unfamiliar man
Sitting in my old chair again
The monster.
He wasn't happy with just me
He needed the monster
The creature
His creation
I didn't fit his ideals
I wasn't controllable
Intolerable
Show off-able
Degradable
He was looking at it
Telling it to love him
And I should of said
Just because you expect
Someone to love you
Doesn't mean someone
Will love you
A few months later
I began the affair
We met after hours
I fixed up my hair
The creature
Although my husbands creation
Was not my husband
And eventually
Just as the creature
Killed his ex wife:
Elizabeth
And was shunned
I killed the creature's ex wife:
None other than
My husband
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