A Perfect Murder(?)
I’m falling forward into a dream state;
a Heaven or Hell, depending on fate.
I had a second to think about it,
to build my though pieces up bit by bit.
Confusion blanketed over my eyes,
obstructing my view like a window’s blinds.
Then it happened and the snap felt so hot,
lying there and motionless on the spot.
Looking around I saw only one frame:
the shadow before my eyes and no shame.
Disposal was to be an easy kiss,
watching each other thrown into an abyss.
Over the edge, watching the Other fall
thinking if I made the right choice at all.
Christopher S. Malone 