Monday, 13 July 2015

The Ripper

A drop
a single drop –
red – falls
slowly to the ground
it makes no sound
as it glides
towards the drain
Another joins it
the only testimony
that there was pain
For now
all is silent
bar the rhythmic
drip, drip
of her life that was
flowing away
She died today
with empty words
in her arms
fooled by his
softly-spoken charms
One quick flash of his razor
and she was
no more.

© 13/07/2015.

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