A Crime of Passion
As I pushed the knife in deeper,
There was excitement in the air.
As I made the angle steeper,
I didn't have a single care.
Even as red began to ooze,
I thought I'd get away with it.
I was careful to leave no clues;
A little cocky, I'll admit.
Even though I did clean the knife,
And thought I had cleaned up the place,
I have but one regret in life.
I left cherry pie on my face.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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