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.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
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8/14/2026 4:40:24 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
I'll let her watch me slit my throat, Very very powerful words. A great poem.