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May 2014
Laid out in front of me
gasping for air
as hands apply pressure
and eyes coldly stare.
Grip tightening
eyes widening
knuckles whitening
Skin bruising
you're losing
your battle with me
You're struggling
Eyes bulging
pulse slowing
now knowing
that I'll be the last thing you see.
Murderers are a preoccupation of mine, so I thought why not write one? Not convinced it works yet though. Any feedback and suggestions are more than welcome and would be much appreciated. Thanks for stopping by..........He's behind you!!!! :-)
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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