A Murderer's Hysteria

 

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I ran to the forest

that dusk I saw him lying

in a pool of rusty blood

I screamed and laughed

like a foolish vixen

Until it seemed like

Pine trees were growing taller,

and their leaves expanding

to grip the darkness

Crickets were chirping,

suddenly, started chuckling

The air tasted bitter

It was so cold.

Until

I heard water gushing

under this wounded cliff

it was inviting me, calling

my heart to speak up

“I left my family for you,

where were you? ”

In her arms,

her gold coins

I closed my eyes

to feel the warmth

of blood in my hands

“Where are you now?”

You shouldn’t be alone

I’m hearing him

He’s in the rapids

I’m going

Then I felt the air gripping,

the river pulling my body.