She reeks of the gutter in spite of the rain
Face lined with ash and memories of pain
In an alley she waits as her time fades away
Her eyes alive in the hunt for prey
A blade lies cold underneath her skirt,
Rusted but sharp - like its owner, alert.
Its steel weight is all that survives
Of a husband who left her nothing when he died.
By the gaslamps she spots a drunken face.
In the shadows she moves and gives steady chase.
The heavy knife tight in her strong hand
Her lust for redemption far more than she can stand.
She grabs the whore and kicks her aside.
Gripping her throat to stifle her cries.
Did he love you? She asks as her rage takes hold.
The answer flows out as she drives the blade home.
No one loves me,
But at least someone wanted me
No one loved me,
At least someone wanted me.
Eight days later shes out once again.
Hair chopped short and dressed like a man.
She calls a woman by her given name.
Lures her aside with the promise of gain.
In just a few strokes the woman lies prone
The ground soaked where her blood flowed
Recalling the skill of her husband's hands
The widow guts the corpse like a slaughtered lamb.
A fortnight passes before she returns,
Invisible even where suspicion burns
Two times she strikes in under an hour.
Running out of time, not drunk with power.
Sick with a disease that left her man dead
A souvenir of the life he led.
The more ill she feels the more she sees red
And the louder the voices inside her head.
She lingers now outside the Ten Bells
Weak with a fever, she feels like hell
She gathers her strength for one more kill
The final name on her husband's will.
He left nothing to his next of kin
Only to those who shared in his sin.
The attorney said there was nothing she could do
Right before she stabbed him through.
She follows the girl back to her room,
Unleashing a fury to make a devil swoon,
Years of silence and abuse come apart
And leave the girl's body like her own heart.
Her energy spent she staggers and spins
Towards the bank of the River Thames
When the morning comes she'll be found adrift
As she falls the voices persist.