Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Crime Scene

It was done.

He took another
gulp of wine
as he stared at the victim

The mugginess
that dank smell
added to the gloomy scene
creating a mausoleum
out of a dorm room.
Vincent Price would be proud.

He didn't believe
in ghosts
had no fear
of the victim's spirit.

He didn't waste time
wiping down the tiles
putting on some ostentatious robe
in a show of carefree innocense.

Tomorrow morning
as soon as she saw the paper
his teacher would know
who butchered the Last Duchess.

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