DRIP, DRIP, DRIP...






By Webb Bankemper

STANZA 1
VICTIM:
LISA

Drip, Drip, Drip
went the showerhead
as I grabbed a towel and sat on the bed.
Bang!
the lightning said
as it scowled
and quickly fled.
Drizzling,
pouring,
raining outside
the night
had consumed
the day
next to the window Amanda,
my flea ridden,
tabby cat lay.
Getting up
purring
complaining
“I want to play.”
For some reason
it felt
like I wanted to
HIDE.
To ease my mind I
quickly,
quietly,
calmly
got up
approaching
the door.
My hand now on the weary brass knob
as it creaked its last doleful sob
The door
now was
flying open
but there was not a commotion
the hallway was just
devoured by
darkness.
I stood there for a second
then
All at once
I saw a gleam
a
shimmer
and
sheen
Flying at me
the brightness came
stabbing into me
I had been slain.
Looking up
to see him.
My ex-husband,
Finn.
Ever so calmly
he stood there
not at all solemnly.
D
e
e
p
ocean blue eyes
dilated,
a grinning smile


with m
ing

i ss
teeth,
his pale body
his salt and pepper
hair gleamed
in the ray of light
protruding from my room
and out of sight.

D
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n
went my

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y
s
to the place
now bleeding
and from that knife
the blood went
Drip, Drip, Drip.

STANZA 2
The MURDERER:
FINN

Drip, Drip, Drip
the water whispered
into my ear.
Biting into an apple crisper
than a new year.
T

h
r

o
w

i
n

g
it aside
I looked up from the road
to see where she resides
that pathetic little toad,
Lisa.
Walking around the curb
into the garden I saw her herbs
and started

S
T
E
P
P
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O
N:


thyme



parsley




and basil
The divorce,
that happened 3 weeks ago,
was messy.
She showed up at court
all dressy.
Saying that I escorted many girls
without her knowing.
I called her a
“worrywart.”
She said she was nothing of the sort.
Trial
after
trial
after
trail
until
we were
divorced
S
s
e
d

c
n
o
passed
now there was
broken glass
inside
My hand was now on a weary brass knob
and as it creaked its last doleful sob
I slowly opened
the back door.
Now inside I heard the pipes
in the walls.
I was on time,
She was in the midst of her nighttime ritual.
Which she would gripe
at me if I interrupted,
Oh that woman
she just erupted
at everything.
I can remember a time
when she said I was
out of line
for being too mean
to her poor cat,
Oh what was his name ?
Steve?
Or maybe it was a she?
Oh who cares!
On the eve
before the divorce
she threatened me
with a knife and brute force.
Well this is what it gets you my pretty
my sweet sweet love!
Ha! When I see the look on her face
When a knife would fly into its rightful place....
a

K N


I F



E......
That
was what I needed
a
weapon
a Knife.
I could just picture it perfectly,
me stabbing
taking her life.
Into the Kitchen I now flew
grabbed a knife
and espied her shoes.




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8


12
P
A
I
R
S
of shoes
of all kinds you could peruse
Turning around to the back staircase
I made my way up
like I was in a race.
I was now in her hallway
which darkness had conquered
standing in front of her door
with my
knife out. Like a monster
I was standing in the shadows
so if she opened the door
she wouldn't see
me.
Just as I thought that,
she opened the door
and she let the light pour
into the hallway.
I then glimpsed
her once more.
She was pretty
of average height
with sandy brown hair
and tons of spite.
W


D
R

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A P P


in a bath towel
she stood
eyes staring into the darkness
to see if she could
glimpse something.
I moved slightly
and the Knife went
into
the light.
She noticed it
so it was either now or I would have to
take my flight.
Running at her,
Knife
by my head.
I had taken her life
she was now almost dead.
She looked up at me
and then down at the weapon.
Watched some blood drip off the
knife then
She collapsed dead.
“Purr, purr!”
something said
it startled me at first
but realizing it was the tabby cat
who was lying on the bed.
Stepping over the
BODY
hand now on the cats head.
It bit me
causing my red blood
to stain the carpet and
from my hand came a flood
going
Drip, Drip, Drip.



STANZA 3
THE WITNESS:
AMANDA (THE CAT)

Drip, Drip, Drip
the water went
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G
down my lip
into the water bowl
Oh how I wanted to take a dip
in it!
“Boom, Boom, Boom”
that peasant
,Lisa’s,
feet went.
How she annoyed
me,
and ignored
my
British roots.
I hopped up on the bed
while the peasant fled
slowly to the door.
I must confess
that I sometimes
overhear her
telling her guests
that I,
the rightful
Queen
of this establishment,
seem
to be oblivious to anything
going on around me.
She says
I have
“a missing
link,”
but I know
I am like one of those
GREAT Sphinxes....
Lets see,
I am
smart,
elegant,
and obviously
pretty.
I saw something out of the


















corner
of my eye,
but shrugged it off.
“Thump”
was the sound
I turned
around
to
look at
my peasents body.
“She was dead
at last!”
I gasped,
but there was something inside me
that felt sorry for that flea.
That itch that had bothered me for so long.
Over her there seemed to be
that man that was so mean to me.
What was his name?
That surf
that low class thing
that was always so
cruel and mean.
How I hated that thing.
He glanced in my direction
and swaggered his way towards
me. Reaching his hand out like a bulky weapon
he sat his hand on my head as if he was my guard.
How dare he touch the Queen!
Off with his head!
but
because he was well fed
I couldn't reach his head
so
I bit into his thumb.
The warm blood rushed out of his thumb
and it made its way over my lips
until it finally fell
O
F
F
going
Drip, Drip, Drip.