I would never have married you if I had known that you were a serial killer.

I began to notice little things that concerned me the first month we were married. You were narcissistic, always primping in mirrors on the wall as you passed. I noticed that you never paid any attention to me because you could only focus on yourself.

I always wondered why you disappeared for periods of time just before the newspaper headlined new rape-murders. Your excuses were vague but you really didn’t care what I thought about your absences. I found explicit, sadistic porn magazines hidden in the garage but you said the previous house owner must have left them.

I hate to admit that I began to use your proclivities to my own advantage. If my boss lady made me stay late, all I had to do was mention it to you and her body would be found the next morning. If someone spread nasty gossip about me, you would take care of her. It’s not that this bothered you that much – it was just that it provided new targets for you. You always felt so powerful and strong when you accomplished a new murder. You never mentioned it, but I knew you were the killer.

I hate to admit it but I became enamored of your proficiency and decided to take a stab at it, if you get my drift! That night while you were sleeping, I plunged my favorite butcher knife into your devious heart. You can’t imagine how excited I became as I watched blood seep out of your body. After getting rid of your body, I decided to take over your job and I was very, very good at it! After all, I studied at the hands of a master!

I never would have married you if I'd known you were going to kill me.

We weren't going fast, just five over the speed limit...but you were yelling. Shouting profanity as I cried next to you. Tight fists banging on the stereo against the beat of the country music you blared as comfort. I remember listening to the lyrics, hearing every word so I couldn't hear you. Maybe if I was paying attention, I would have seen the semi. I would have screamed louder than the radio.

Machines beeped and hummed, and it was the worse country song I ever heard. It made it better to pretend the radio was still on. I understand the comfort. 

You were crying. I heard your shouts to the doctors and every threat you made.  Nothing was going to bring me back. Not completely, anyway.

I was still alive. I was still alive for three weeks. If I could talk to you now, I know you would blame the doctors.  Nothing was ever your fault. 

I watched them pull the plug. I felt the machine die with me. I heard your voice begging for forgiveness and I hated you for it.

I never would have married you If I known I do 

was just adjective for having sex 

 it all started with one Text 

I never would have married you If I known 

that the vows you said were filled with lies 

I would never would have married you

If I had known 

you were going to harvest 

your first love through me 

I painted my lips in lipstick 

for you 

I washed my skin in foundation 

I wore her bras and her clothes 

and you said they were gifts 

but really they were handy downs 

I would have never married you if I'd known

that cute little pet name you 

gave me when we were having sex 

was her original name 

I would have never married you 

If I had known 

you were going to me leave black and blue with your words 

pounding into my gutt 

and searing through my soul 

with your lips 

burning me with your holy lies 

I would have never married you 

If I'd known 

that fairytales 

are for breast 

suckled children of dreams 

I would have never married you 

If I had known 

that wedding dress was going to be covered in my own  blood 

as we walked down to altar 

the holy temple of lies 

cracking underneath us 

my heart was going to be broken in tiny little pieces 

the ring on my hand was going to give me a rash 

from your forcing down I do done my throat 

I would have never married you 

if I didn't believe in second chances 

I would have never married you

If I'd had known that the person

reflected in the shadows was you 

a ghost of your former self 

I never would have married you if I had known you were my sister. Or is that true? People spend years of their lives and thousands of their dollars in therapy to rake their parents over the coals, but really I think our parents gave us the best thing they knew how. Their lies. Is not the comfort of all humanity built on lies?

Father - you called him John growing up - loved me; he loved you, too, I have no doubt. Mother - Kathleen - was ill; we were more than she could bear. Quite literally. And so, lies stepped in and you were sent away. I had no memory of you, my twin. We were together for nine months and seventeen minutes.

And yet, when I met you the first time, I knew you. Our years apart vanished in an instant, and everything Father had told me fell into place like a beautiful mosaic. The girl in Oregon was my cousin; she was fragile, and that was why she couldn't come to us, why Father had to go to her, without me, because she was excitable around children her age. These untruths that he wove around us kept us safe for one another.

I am not angry at him, far from it. He did what he knew was best. He would, of course, not understand what happened after we finally met, but in his own way, he had had a part in it, for he had crafted you in my mind and my heart, a faraway valkyrie to come and collect my mortal soul, to wing upward together, entwined, twinned, united. 

I would have never married you

if I'd known,

how much danger it would put you in

How much danger

It would put both of us in

Now we're on the run

Running from the C.I.A.

I knew the President was jealous

He wanted to make me his First Lady,

But by the time he made his move

You had already stole my heart

We can't go home

Not anymore

No we must start a new life

Don't worry

My heart will never be his

I never would have married you if I'd known

of voices and silhouettes, whose footfalls

rose from silence, spreading through the walls

seeking for me in remotest recesses of my hiding

I could be far away from your sight, 

nor spend an hour 

in the occupation of my choosing

you crawl, bearing yourself

in expeditious velocity

your brow bedewed with libidinous imaginings

in the costume of love, tenderness and care,

you masqueraded your impetuous ways

and dragged me giddy to the sacredness of the altar

I said yes, yet my joy was but for a moment

two weeks into it, your rage

flew over me like a dragon

then doused by sweet kisses and tongue

the days of regret are past,

it must be done now, it must be over

forever I reproach the evil

beneath your agreeable assurances

and at finding your illimitable designs

to pin me down into a domestic mouse,

more and more, that I yearned

to tear myself from your vehement grip

I need hardly explain furthermore

and so, it's done!

I kind of always expected you to cheat on me. Find somebody more beautiful and better at cooking. 

But you didn't. 

I thought that each time I threw accusations your way and shouted that you would eventually lose control and raise your fist.

But you didn't.

I thought that maybe one day, you would just leave. Back your bags and leave the crazy lady you married. Because that's exactly what I became. 

But you didn't.

But you did steal my heart.

You loved me hard and strong. Stood by me through all of my irrational behaviour. I loved you all the more for it. 

You changed me. 

I finally felt like I was worth your love. I felt accepted. Needed and wanted. And it was a fabulous feeling.

The day the police knocked at my door and then removed their hats, I knew it was you. I could feel it in my chest. Like you had left this earth with half of my heart. 

I would have never married you if I knew you would make me feel so whole, and then leave me living with shattered peices of a heart.

But I love you. 

Always will.

(Sound of thunder and lightning coursing through the dark night pitch black sky).

Elizabeth paced around her bedroom. How did she not know this man with whom she was now legally binded to  now? If only she had seen past all his charm and physique then she wouldn't be in such a shaky state. She should have realised that he was out of his mind. The way he talked about scientific experiments and bringing back people to life. It was all crazy. Blasphemy unspeakable and unheard of in all her lifetime.

And now this was the man she was going to spend all of the rest of her years with. Oh no. She had to find a way out. Maybe she could ask for a divorce. But they hadn't even been together for a year. Ah-what to do? Or what if he ended up using her as a test subject?

Victor: Hello my darling Elizabeth. What's for dinner?

Elizabeth: You startled me dear. We're certainly not having anything absurd.

Victor: What was that dear?

Elizabeth: Oh nothing. I'm just cooking the usual norm for supper.

Victor: I'll be in my lab working on my next breakthrough.

Elizabeth: Alright.

As Victor headed to his lab, Elizabeth wondered how she was going to still live, and walk out of this nightmare without losing her mind.