Murderer—
I dream of murder.
Hands around a supple throat.
My palms so hard-
fingers turned to stone pillars.
My body astride the other,-
A final embrace.
Lip to lip- I breathe it in.
The life that ends.
Under my hot hands and wanting mouth.
Shannon Barber is an author from the Pacific Northwest who spends most of her commuting, crocheting and writing. To see her latest work or read her blog please visit her website at www.shannon-writes.net
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I love this line, “Lip to lip– I breathe it in.”