Dinner Date
It was a dark and stormy night
Harmonica Town was fast asleep
Out was every window light
And no one made a peep
Maya sat in her favorite chair
Just past two before the dawn
She stayed awake well after prayers
Since her husband had been gone
The chiffon cloth was freshly pressed
The silverware did shine
She thought, I must do my very best
To prove that he is mine
She practiced everything just right
Not a crumb was out of place
Surely, she was the perfect wife
As was this meal she set for Chase
Today was the day she did declare
When he would decide her plight
If love would last
Or if it'd passed
Would be determined with a bite
It started back when they were small
It had always been this way
Maya loved him most of all
But she had to fight for him to stay
She didn't have long golden hair
Her carrot top she'd barely tamed
She didn't have flashy styles to wear
Her dresses were pretty but plain
Yet Maya had persistence
Time and time she'd try again
She might've lacked a little sense
But his heart she'd surely win
She'd learn to cook, she'd learn to clean
She'd learn to thin her waist
She'd do it all for her one dream
And Maya would have Chase
Loving him was an endless war
Of his commitment she was fearful
He was never home
She was so alone
Her husband best be careful
"Here at last!" She leapt with glee
Maya quickly showed him to his seat
The dinner he was dismayed to see
As he was walking nearly half-sleep
But she insisted, begged, and pleaded
The candle was running low
Chase just grunted but conceded
Their shadows cast in the fire's glow
She watched his every move
As if the intricacy was divine
She wished he would approve
Of her dinner and the wine
"Overcooked and lacking depth"
Of the food he was dismissive
He muttered underneath his breath
And reached for a store bought biscuit
Maya just couldn't understand
Where had she possibly gone wrong?
The food, her love
He just disposed of
But this had been coming far too long
Maya took away his plate
And she washed it in the kitchen
The failure of their dinner date
Made the tools about her glisten
The cry he had was smothered
With a mighty, nasty hit
It took another and another
Until she hacked him all to bits
Her apron was be speckled by
The splatter of his blood
In the quiet, his last breath died
As she watched the end of her beloved
That's the end of that, she thought
When the cleaver hit the floor
She looked at the heavy-laden pot
And knew they wouldn't be having any more
She tried, but Maya had no sway
Chase was more critical than most
But that was the last time he'd ever say
She overcooked the roast
It was a dark and stormy night
Harmonica Town was fast asleep
Out was every window light
And no one made a peep.
A/N: This left a weird taste, but I think it came out okayish. It arose from a half-baked idea I had for a bigger story, and I wound up condensing it here. After another long drought on my end, I decided to mix it up a bit and try some horror again. YES, MY FORCED FOOD PUNS ARE ON PURPOSE.
Anyways, thanks for reading, and thanks for the prompt, Durotos! Let's all try to go easy on Maya, eh? Never know when she might snap and kill the bae. (I'm still rhyming help I'm stuck)