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Murderer

written by: Arlene Antoinette

 

I’m on the road to becoming a serial killer. The only question remaining is, how many must I kill to claim the title? It wasn’t difficult to start; the first had been an accident. Yea, there was some guilt with the first kill; even some remorse. The second kill was just as stressful, but I smiled after the third. Number four was a bit messy, he had been a big one. I try to stay away from the big ones now; it’s just too much clean up. Tonight, I’m hunting for victim number twenty. I’ve always had a thing for even numbers.
I leave at sunset. My victims tend to come out at night. I spot one staggering across the road, I swerve around him remembering my rule: keep away from the big ones. I don’t like unnecessary clean-up, it dulls the high. Make it quick, easy, and as close to splatter free as possible. That keeps my buzz hyped; satisfies that emptiness eating away at my insides.
I spot a potential target, a cutie lingering by the curb. I lift my feet from the gas pedal and lightly step on the brakes. With headlights off, I wait for him to take that first step. Within six pounding heartbeats, he’s on the blacktop. My foot jerks off the brakes and I press heavily onto the gas pedal.
The tires squeal as I go from zero to thirty in three seconds. He never makes it to the other side. There’s no scream as he’s mangled under my wheels. I don’t think about his squirrel mother or his squirrel baby sister; my car has developed a taste for blood, and so have I. In the distance two possums wonder out from between waist-high shrubs. With a nod of my head and a smile, I head off to numbers twenty-one and twenty-two. I like even numbers.

Arlene Antoinette

Arlene Antoinette

Arlene Antoinette is a poet of West Indian birth who grew up in Brooklyn, New York. She graduated from Brooklyn College and worked as an instructor with disabled individuals for many years. You may find additional work by Arlene at Foxglove Journal, Little Rose Magazine, I am not a silent Poet, Tuck Magazine, The Feminine Collective, The Open Mouse, Amaryllis Poetry, Boston Accent Lit, Sick Lit Magazine, Postcard Shorts, 50 Word Stories, The Ginger Collect, Neologism Poetry Journal and Your Daily Poem.
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