27 April 2015

One Summer

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

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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