17 February, 2018

The Murderess

Lukewarm tendrils of soap
Danced across the mirror
Steamy swirls of breath
Misted the fuzzy face

Beady blobs of sweat
Ran down the triple frown
The breath came short
And made the heart race

The vermilion knife lay bare
Twisty ribbon trailing blood
The bloched water rivulets
Sullied the porcelain sink

Mad eyes stared vacant
At adrenaline fed fear
Raw itchiness hit hard
On palms scrubbed pink.

Yes, the heart raced
Yes, the breath came short
Yes, the blood lay bare
On the over scrubbed skin

The mad eyes were wide
Mirroring the twisty dark
The reflection was remorseful
Except the chilling grin......

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