The deadly bite

The deadly bite

She handed the nuisance dog

a poison apple, red and gleaming,

a quiet smile on her lips,

a plan blooming like a dark flower.

The dog, tail wagging,

took the gift in gentle jaws,

trusting, unknowing,

its heart too simple for schemes.

Through garden gates,

down worn paths,

it carried the deadly prize,

a silent messenger.

And there, the owner —

unsuspecting, soft with love —

took the apple from loyal teeth,

a reward for devotion.

A single bite.

The dog sat waiting a reward,

tail still thumping

as the world tilted

and the sky darkened.

The poison found its mark,

not in the beast,

but in the hand

that loved fed it.

The woman’s ex Husband