Corfu
It was a cold November morning
And I had gone out for a walk;
It was my first day in Corfu;
I was walking and smoking cigarettes,
In the narrow streets of the city;
There were no other people on the street,
As I had gone out
around 5 a.m., very early;
Whilst watching exterior of the shops
Of a sudden
I saw a woman,
Who was wearing
Exactly the same clothes as me!
She had high heels,
Black as me!
A long black dress,
A strawberry tattoo in her bare arms
And rose long and straight hair!
Just like me!
She was wearing the same costume.
As me!
Oh!
I put out my pistol.
And I shot her two times;
I killed her;
Copyright © Kamela Borri | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment