Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Her Lasting Laughter

The wife got into habit of

Laughing at me no matter what.

As time went by the more she'd love

To watch how each of her laughs cut

Deeply into my self esteem.

I tried talking to her of course,

But to no avail it did seem.

With her laughter came no remorse.

Her laughing at me became hell.

In furied fit, I murdered her,

Was caught, and now in my jail cell

Her laughter I still must endure.

I still hear the wife's shrill laughter

Haunting me from the hereafter.