A Perfect Murder
I stabbed
straight into her heart
then wiggled the knife,
twisted and turned.
The blood oozed out
covering the blade and
my hand in scarlet red.
She gave a blood-curdling
shriek and moaned.
She looked at me with sheer terror,
There was a crazy look
in my inflamed eyes
My chest was all puffed up
and heaving badly
My body trembling with pent-up rage
I gave her a vile sneer;
And then…
She could hold it back no longer
and burst out laughing
When she saw
the retractable toy knife
and a couple of ketchup pouches
in my hand.
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