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View of an Attempted Murder-Suicide

by Jon-Jacob F Deal

It was like a crime scene:
Her body, face-down and cooling,
One hand dangling limply
The murder weapon it had held
Now as inanimate as she
And I, from behind, the only witness
To the moment of her little death;
The convulsive shudders
The stifled screams
That took her where I could not follow--
Now the only movement
My hand on my limp sex
And the slow and steady drip
Of fluid from her wound
Into the spreading puddle on the sheet
That contains a vibrator
But none of me.

01/23/2006

Posted on 01/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dana E Brossard on 01/23/06 at 10:08 PM

Woah. I typically don't read explicit flagged poems, but wow. I had to read it several times. Very well done.

Posted by Elle O'Connor on 01/24/06 at 02:27 AM

It's good to see you posting again.

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