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My knuckles are like gunfire;
As I bend them back. Attack;
My target with the most violent act;
In human nature.

With her body riddled and broken;
I use my words to cut her throat wide open;
And stab her with this stanza...
And hide her in a trashcan...

I drag her tomb of waste;
Across the poetic parking lot.
I place it near the dumpster;
Grab my pen and start to jot;
My story in a notebook.
My story of a loss.

I make it home, its dark by now.
I bring the monitor to life;
And tell the world about my day;
And tell the world about my crime.
My dark crime.

As her lifeless vessel lies lost;
I type about what I loved most.
Another victim. Another life;
Another poem to post.