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My Serial Killer
I didn't know him as a serial not exactly
at least not at first even though I'd overheard
the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom
searching for tissue only to find several guns
rifles grenades hand guns rather neatly lined
behind the bathroom door startled I was
on thee other side of a poolroom at the time
I never really paid too much attention to details
dirty deeds of men at work the dirt scum oil
fumes gas odd jobs mechanics machines not
even the word dynamite demolition bringing
down a building before the big election why
I was a lady for Christ sakes the conversation
pieces of desperate men taking orders from
an angry serial killer at Christmas time believe me
shopping was the only thing on my mind decorations
It took awhile for all this information to sink in
and when it finally did I kelp my mouth shut why
even after the FBI informed me of his fascination
with killing he'd set a blaze killing eight elderly
persons five women and three men a couple were
veterans he ruled the city officials with weapons drugs
and scummy apartments he rented out over store fronts
most were used to store vending machines
and video games his pride and joy coin collecting
lake county music company slots shots poker
machines illegal gambling concealing income
from the IRS his terror roared throughout the city
like the blazes and flames from every Winston
he ever lit several city officials fear his every breath
allowing him to torch the neighborhood his real
talent wasn't in killing it was getting away with killing
more victims who ever got in his way like the young
mother of two without a care like using a sling shot
the young woman was later found after leaving
with him in a scuffle he went into a twisted remission
due to an arrest on other crimes he employed
upon his release perhaps the feeling of getting
away with murder arose within him seeking out
another building over property insurance taking
the life of a homeless man oddly this was memorial day
weekend a torched Ford geo still smoking on his
property the vehicle belonged to another unsolved
murder shocking frightening when I got word
the serial killer died torching a DEA building
in Sarasota a sense of peace a sense of relief
the fear became calmer I decided to write in my
diary this was when I realized what a serial killer
was face to face I sat writing in my journal writing
of the fires the arson that kelp me in bondage
to my surprise I picked up my journal to add an entry
there read keep your mouth shut fearing my safety
I close my drapes and glance out my townhome window
there she was leaving down a ladder leading to a
black sedan my eyes wide shut he was indeed alive
stalking his next victim me he was the serial killer
parking at my window watching me write every night
sending this intruder to read pages and write me
clear threats I awakened the smell of smoke filled
my room night terrors panic and fret my hands dripping
wet I found myself panting captured in the serial killer's net
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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