Crime Scene
written by: Maggie Watson
Fuse lit
hiss and spit.
A direct hit of venom lands.
Mortally wounded
words make bruises on my mind.
I buckle
I break.
There is no escape from this battle.
He aims to belittle.
I am now the vessel that must carry his fetid breath.
He senses my weakness.
The stench of death rises
it comes from me.
I do not plead for release.
Instead, I lie there and bleed
while he walks away from the crime scene.
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