Fog rolling in gives my bones a chill,
Tonight is the night for me to kill.
The perfect one I smile with elation,
My pulse quickens with sweet anticipation.
I keep my beloved knife sharp inside my coat,
Her screams will be silent as it rips through her throat.
Never saw it coming just a bright flash,
Too late her blood gushing, with one quick slash.
Her sticky blood warms me from the outside in,
Slight metallic taste, I revel in this sin.
I think I will keep this one in my secret place,
So I can look upon her special lovely face.
Different from all the others, she is something more,
I have a spring in my step that wasn't there before.
With the stare of death her eyes twinkle I see,
Focused gaze she only has eyes for me.
Author notes
Written December 20th, 2004
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A contest entry
- Crime of Passion by Poetic Tasha by Partners In Crime.
450 points, ended June 13, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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that is sooooooooooooooo creepy I loved it!!! It kept me interested throughout.
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Queen, this is creepy! You captured the coldness of a serial killer very well.
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I think we're all headed for the looneybin. You know... the one where people the likes of Hannibal Lector and and Ted Bundy go. They'll all cringe in the corner when we arrive.
Good one, Barb. Best of luck in the contest
Dee
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oh wow this is sooooooooo good mate you really put her in her place, excellent
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You are all such passionate criminals...didn't know I was associating with such a group...going to have to hone up my skills...great crime you did here......
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oooooh nice...well not nice, u know what i mean lol
good luck
Tasha
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