A husband sat in his chair, cigar in hand.

Something stirred at the front door, an intruder.

Without a second thought, he snatched a hidden wire.

And without a second of hesitation, sneaked behind the man.

He used the wire as a garrote, quickly choking him.

The criminal screamed but no words were heard.

Only sharp gags, gasps for air, and tears down his eyes.

The husband grinned wickedly, his bloodlust was revealed.

He used to strangle animals to death as a child.

Watching the life fade from their little eyes like a light.

This was no different, his thirst was suppressed for years.

Oh how he yearned for this day, the day he could kill again.

His wife made him stop after he hanged her dog with rope.

Then he remembered something vital, she wasn’t home.

He looked down at his victim, and realised it was a woman.

He killed his own wife, but felt no remorse.

Running outside, he saw a murder of crows.

Sirens blared, the neighbours must’ve known.

So he rotted in prison for decades, nearly forgotten.

But he’ll never forget staring into his wife’s dying face.

He hungrily committed an act of uxoricide.

A cold-blooded murder.