Heléne van der Westhuizen. The will

 

The Will

 

To my cheating wife, I leave

the Ten Rand I got for her Merc

and the smirk

on my face at that

moment of discovery on hers.

 

To my cheating wife, I leave

this pic of our honeymoon –

and every tear, every sigh,

every sob in my chest,

all the pain of the past to carry

forever after.

 

To my cheating wife, I leave

a single suitcase

to pack her things and

leave with Steve to conceive

the consequences of their

doom-laden plan: the gun in my hand

the room ablast with my blood and brains.

 

© Heléne van der Westhuizen

 

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