~Yellow Flowers~
Her killer
watches from the high ancient shore
and grins while fossils drip
from the seaside cliff.
A handful of beachcombers
search for small marvels in the sand.
He's the only one who sees her hair
tangled in the bull kelp a few yards from shore.
His getaway trail is a mangle
of broken, yellow, flowers.
The tires of his car
spin a few times
through the meadow.
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this rivals Stephen King