Warm Homicide

She opened her mouth and the sirens sounded

Her mangled fingers always pointed out my flaws

She loved to make me feel ugly

She whispered in ears of my masks

She yelled out and wrote of my wrongs

I still feel

Her scales on my legs

Hear her chastising

I look over my shoulder every now and then

And bite my tongue once in a while

She made the kill




I held her so hard

The hugs were so tight she choked

I ripped the air from her lungs

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