Elizabeth’s Murder

dark moist hair
warm gush
her blush
she did not
see it coming
this wicked rush

she cries

his vile hunger
his blood thirst
came first
what happens
if she dies
here naked and dead
dissected like a frog
ripped apart
anatomy art

she cries

if she lives
there will be scars
she will never be a film star
she will never marry
she will never bear children
what will mother
what will daddy
what will sisters
what will friends
what will strangers

she cries

she cannot scream
or wake up
from this hell
as he carves
with knives

she cries
she dies

weeds and glass
in the lot
lipstick and perfume
long gone
like an old song

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