Three For The Kill Poem by Antonia Nasi

A killer sits among us 3...
In quiet, brooding misery

He writes of murders on his mind,
With quill in hand
His words maligned

The rage and chaos he creates,
All on this page
As he contemplates...

Which chapter will he kill me in?
Which ending is the sickest sin?

As he stares once more at his virgin three...
All huddled in our misery,

His baded breath, now strong and fast,
As he revels in us three amassed