You’ve Killed

You’ve Killed

 

Murders kill

Guess that makes you a murderer

I still feel the stabs,

the punches,

the hits,

the kicks,

the baseball bat.

But I still feel the stabs.

Because Murderers kill,

and YOU,

my archenemy,

my foe,

my death,

you’ve left.

I’m dead.

-M.L. Wright

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