• bang bang
    two shots
    your dead
    but your
    dear friends
    wont know
    for weeks.
    your body
    stretched
    out on the
    bear skin
    rug of the
    cabin he
    brought you
    for the week.
    you’re not
    scheduled
    to be home
    for days
    but he leaves
    you next to
    the fire place
    and leaves
    the coals
    smoldering
    next to your
    draining
    face.
    he knew you
    were beautiful,
    but he never
    knew you
    were so cold
    or that’s what
    he said
    on the police
    record
    when they
    found your
    body stretched
    and mangled
    twisted and
    torn, and
    so disheveled
    tired like
    your eyes
    broken
    under the
    street lights
    where you met
    two weeks ago
    and he told
    you, you
    were the
    prettiest
    girl he’d
    ever met.