There Were Six of Us Now
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my murderer was long gone
I had felt his dissatisfaction upon his departure
Knew I had died too soon to please him
there would be other victims
the snowy months were the best,
soothing me a bit, for when the ground was hard
I felt at piece, knowing he would not be bringing any new victims
They were all young like me, unrested, afraid, at first
The snow usually settled them down a bit,
we communicated with each other,
I felt happy I was no longer alone.
There were six of us now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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