Just felt like changing up the poetry mood on this blog a bit and what better way to do it than to kill off a few characters. It’s good practice for the murder mystery I [may] write someday…
You besiege me
with pleas
to believe
in your innocence
but dead bodies
don’t lie
and this one
is the man
whose ring I wear
and he lies exposed
in your rumpled bed
while you, my beauty,
are soon going to be
my deeply mourned
– my very late –
best friend…
