I am intrigued
I wonder how he decided what cuts to make
I hear the separation of skin under my knife
I see the crimson liquid, her life blood
I want to investigate her death
I am prepared
I pretend that I'm just examining another body
I feel skeptical at its condition
I touch the metal scalpel, slicing and cutting
I worry for her previous life, the reasons of death
I cry as I realize how she truly died
I am mortified
I understand she was already destined to die before he even showed up
I say, "She had a drug overdose; he just ended her before it could."
I dream of all the other poor souls who go through the same fate
I try not to think about my own lovely wife, her face now pale
I hope people find their happiness in life, not take it
I am utterly depressed
YOU ARE READING
I am...
PoesiaI am a poem. I wonder how it will end. I hear the investigation reports. I see the evidence. I want to be solved. I am a murder case.
