Ottava Rima: Scorned

There's blood on the counter and blood on the floor.

All of the blood leads to the kitchen where

Your body lays peacefully next to the whore.

I don't see blood anymore, just flowers there,

That you left for me because you're sorry for

Ruining our marriage and leaving me bare

Of any dignity I had left to use,

But you got caught so I ended the abuse.