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Nigdaw
Poems
Apr 12
cold as
he held the knife
blade bright as the sun
with an edge
as dark as night
it's anger swallowing light
cold as a dead man's finger
meeting flesh to the bone
again and again
until rivers ran
where none should flow
his victim cold
as a dead man's finger
the scene set
for the guys from forensics
to take their pictures
make measurements
of blood spatter
then pack up the mess
cold as a dead man's finger
to the victor the spoils
mobile phone and some cash
living to make future chaos
he lies on his bed
staring at a blank ceiling
no feeling
cold as a dead man's finger
#mugging
#stabbing
#bade
#cold
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