Alex Marte'

Poison - Poem by Alex Marte'

Poison puddled on the floor
Chills move down the detective's back
Screams echo loud from the attack
Clues all around but needing more
How'd he die? She still needs more
Stiff body, eyes rolled back
Dripping on the uncleaned floor
Evidence used in the attack
The dining room cold and pitch-black
The creaking of a closing door

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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