Unlaced
Laced, unlaced.
A good girl gone bad.
The names keep coming,
But she doesn’t care.
Unmarried whore.
Slut.
All different names,
All the same meaning.
But she doesn’t care,
Because she’s in love.
In love with a man
Who betrayed her.
Betrayed her trust,
Her love, and her heart.
But he doesn’t know,
Doesn’t know she found out.
She made love to him
One last time.
She calls him a name,
Calls him a cheater.
She climbs on top of him
Straddling him, then slices his throat.
The blood pours out luscious and red
Like a beautiful red rose.
She’s sitting on his corpse
Once laced and now unlaced.
