Crime Scene

droplets of blood
littering the floor
like dark red marbles
on faded parquet.

the precise work
the murderer
didn’t go
as planned
and so
he had to
the red flood
to cover up
his tracks.

he took pride in it.

the way
the body was draped,
“it” was draped
across the
black leather couch
made his heart flutter,
adrenaline rush,
his mouth turn dry.

he could not feel
the disgust
everyone else felt
while looking at his work.

for him,
his work
was perfection.

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