I didn't know where I was,
The smelly crowd or was it the air?
The gasping sounds,
I wondered why but then I heard someone say,
"Who killed Sarah in the middle of the day?"I was perplexed with disturbing thoughts,
I tried to push through the crowd,
And reach to a space where no one stood,
I was shocked to see my body lay,
Indeed, "Who killed Sarah like a prey?"Even more agitated than before,
I had seen my throat sliced proficiently to death,
Barely recognisable was my face,
I was horrified with the display,
"Who killed Sarah?", I cried to my dismay.I looked at the people just standing there,
Flashes of camera and whispers,
I yelled with frustration,
"I am right in front of you, I have not gone away!"
But all I heard was, "Who killed Sarah out of the grey?"I was invisible to them,
I thought of it a dream,
But then approached a detective, I think,
He faced the mob and began to say,
"I can tell who killed Sarah, if I may,"
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The Woes of Sarah
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