Dark Dreams
At home, his room was full of pantyhose -
he'd strangled scores of homeless girls and kept
the nylon trophies, each a memory
(reminding him of how they'd begged and wept).
He planned the brunette's murder as she slept...
written 2nd November for Anthony's Darkness contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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