murder
she
wrote
not
with
pen
but
with
car
driven
directly
into
shadow
someone
nameless
person
blood
flows
not imagined
but red real
stream puddle seeps
creeps across road
tarmac silent watches
hard judgement awaits
wind carries
blood smell
witness
Terence George Craddock (Aferglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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