This
is where the story begins
When
I started committing sins
Twas
on a moonless summer night
dead
air with the absence of sound
the
silence went beyond profound
triggered
the response, fight or flight
Neither
felt right, more like a dream
Kind
of like the first victim's scream
it's
sudden stop, my causation
from
slitting her throat from the back
Felt
like the Ripper, one called Jack
which
filled my heart with elation
Queer
sensation, ending one's breath
the
cause of death was mutilation
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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