Shauna Lopez

By Stone Bryson

The guard shouts, “dead - man - walking” but I’m not a man at all.

you’d think they’d get my gender right since this is the final call.

My name is Shauna Lopez and before my life’s an end,

I wish to tell my side of things - the depth of my own sin.

He toyed with me so skillfully - he brought obsession on,

he held the carrot out of reach ‘til it was finally gone.

He took me on a journey  - insecure and filled with doubt,

convinced me he was all there was - that I couldn’t live without.

Oh that bastard was a player - and he tore my life in two,

had me at his beckon whim without thought or care or truth,

And when he knew without a chore he had me on my knees,

he left me for his ex-wife-thing - and in my miseries.

I did not understand his act - I wanted answers fast,

but he was not yet done with me - the lies that he would cast,

he told tall-tales about my soul, across the whole damned town,

‘til even friends and family - convinced I’d melted down.

The days dragged on forever until one cloudless winter’s night,

I got tired of the agony that he’d brought into my life,

Fueled by pain and hatred - with sweet vodka as my guide,

I took my blade to bring him down - to teach him wrong from right.

I knocked upon his bitch’s door - he answered in surprise,

I shoved the knife into his gut until it reached to his spine,

I dragged the steel across his throat - he crashed without delay,

when the cops arrived my face was drenched in joy and crimson spray.

I explained this to the jury - mercy was in short supply,

when they handed down the sentence I did not bat an eye,

with all the shit he’d put me through I felt nothing but relief,

for I think he learned the lesson… not to fuck around with me.

I still have no regret, remorse - I really do not care,

he must be rotting - the bowels of hell - I know I’ll see him there.

For when they flip the switch today, I’ll fry and face my sin,

and hope that when I cross his path… I can kill him once again.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written July 2007

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