The Assassin underestimated a targets daring defenses
Cut by a knife but his wound proved senseless
A dagger struck deep
below her left cheek
A slow trickle of blood
Quickly turned into a thick gushy mud
She cried out a gasp
But her fighting turned useless at last
As she bent to her killers will
He began to clean the death that was spilt
He hacked and sawed until his hands were stained pink
hydrofluoric acid filled a soiled sink
As her dismembered body parts
Began to fizzle and decay
Soon her ripper would too be gone astray in the night
Leaving a young boy
In awe of this gory sight
Orphaned for money
Motherless out of spite
YOU ARE READING
Into the Wood
PoetryA book of Poems, nonsense, and incoherent ramblings of a man trapped in his own mind.
