Murder; She Wrote Collection

Jealousy
I loved him
He loved her
I couldn't take it
Like an uncomfortable bur
He licked her neck
And stroked her genitally
So in a fit of rage
An animal broken from cage
I killed the whore
His wife really was a bore

That Man
He beats mom
We cry
He starves us
But we never die
Angels aren't real
They have not saved us
He touched sister
Did her hard
I picked up the hammer
Crushed in his head
He needed to pass
Sister went to bed
Mother cried
I laughed
That man died

Him
I smile at him
He screams at me
Why does he not love me?
I feed him
Clean him
Love him
House him
I guess if he would've loved me
He would not be kidnapped
He screams at me
Calls me names
I'm all done
With his games
With my butcher knife
And trusty ax
I kill him slowly
With cuts and hacks

Sister
She was perfect
A better version of me
Pretty and smart
Well liked
Being a twin
One was always better
That was her
Her face was even better than mine
But now I have her face
And clothes
Friends and car
She is still in the trunk
I'll clean her up later


Daughter
I saw her there
With my husband
Yelling
Moaning in pleasure
He dumped his load on her
My rage took over
I picked up my pistol and screamed
They pleaded
But I didn't care
I wouldn't feel so guilty about the bodies in my car
But my daughter was so nice