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Murder
Murder
She wrote
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man she loved
and lost.
A symbol
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
One last time.
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
One last time.
But not before
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
One last time.
But not before
With the blood of the knife
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
One last time.
But not before
With the blood of the knife
On her skin
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
One last time.
But not before
With the blood of the knife
On her skin
She wrote
Murder
She wrote
On her skin
With the blood of the knife
From the back
Of the man that she loved
And lost.
A symbol
Of betrayal and of spite
A symbol
Of love lost and love found
And of love torn away.
The ringing of wedding bells
And the cans dragging on asphalt as the car speeds away.
The smell of cheap perfume
And of soiled sheets.
The screaming and crying and identifying
Who is to blame.
The tearing of flesh
And the stabbing of men as they sleep.
A wife’s refuge in marriage
Broken by a whore.
Poison.
Poison she drank as wine.
She lay with her husband to bed
One last time.
But not before
With the blood of the knife
On her skin
She wrote
Murder.
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Comments: 9
wow... a dark side you say?
I like the visual... almost knife like... over and over again, getting longer and longer.
what a cutting wit, to the point, and very bloody.
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Wow, amazing poem.
I very intrigued at this particular style you used. It really helped make the poem flow; almost as if it were a song of some sort. This story you've weaved together is marvelous and overall the way you shaped the poem really creatures a small portrait of the characters we only know through the melody of an invisible piece of music hovering close to our ears as we read.
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:$ thank you so much!
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A great style, I must say.
It caught my interest as soon as I saw it. And I'm glad I read.
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Great writing! It has a sad feeling in the middle of this amazing writing. Keep up the great work
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Thank you very much!
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It's a pleasure!
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