Hollowed out, crime scene where my
Heart used to be, cut up and left for
Dead by a woman in a mask, true face
Leering underneath, rotted with bad
Intentions, clever M.O. setting me up
With false promises, broken lies her
Weapon of choice, slashing out from
Behind with deadly precision, master
Of evasive answers to specific questions
As she cut and cut and cut, bleeding out
The one I was, old scars that still fester
In my dreams, that hollowed out place
Where my heart still twitches…
Memories like chalk outlines.
END
“Crime Scene”
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