R K Summers

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Mrs Ripper - Poem by R K Summers

London,1888.

The Whitechapel Murders.
That’s what the papers said.
Strangled
Throat cut
And mutilated.

He’d come home
Bloodstained.
Hi honey,
How was your day?
Silence.
There were five reported.
Nichols
Chapman
Stride
Eddo wes
And Kelly.
There were many
Many more.
But the papers specified
Five.

Whores.
Blemishes to the streets.
One Christmas
There was another
Fairy Fay
The papers said.
But he said
It wasn’t him
That time.
Fairy Fay vanished
From our list.

The only time
I felt worried
Was when he came home
With a still beating heart
In his cold, dead hands.

Bye bye, beautiful.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 12, 2010



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