Introspective (B)

HENRY

So, I said it: I killed my wife.

I didn’t mean to… God knows I didn’t mean to…

She woke up, so beautiful…

She looked at me and smiled… That smile…

She is… was, a very shy person you see… and I know,

I knew this shy smile meant she wanted to fuck.

But this time, I pretended not to get it…

And I kept on pretending and so she said it,

ever so shyly: “Please Henry, fuck me Henry…”

And I could see the effort in her smile… for her to ask that… to say

those dirty words… to be wicked and bold… so out of character…

with that very shy smile I loved so much… But I couldn’t answer,

I couldn’t meet her desire…

Cuz yes, being in love makes me sick… SICK!

I’d been sleepless all night, you see, suffocating, suffocated by

love… a wreck… absolutely no desire left…

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE

Come on Henry, drop it, please!

HENRY

What? Am I letting you know more than you care to know about me?

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE

Uh-huh…

HENRY

About her? Sex? Death?