The Murderer's Mind
Here we sit
At a whistle stop, thinking
Over our coffee cup.
The steam curls up
And begs for attention.
But sitting, thinking,
In animated suspension,
We sit.
We wait.
Eager to get there.
But where?
So we sit.
And we wait.
Until perhaps,
Just perhaps,
Someone takes the bait.
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015
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