Murder, She Spoke Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Murder, She Spoke



I’ll follow her home like psychosis,
And penetrate her dreams.
Destroy my own heart with this love.

Negotiate a ransom for her mouth,
Her religion is the sharpest hurt.
I know I’ll end up on the end of her cross.

Sit her into a broken embrace,
And push her against metal ropes.
I’ll let her watch me slit my throat.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 04 November 2011

I'll let her watch me slit my throat, Very very powerful words. A great poem.

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