Almost Anonymous
Miss Scarlett
in the kitchen with the
dagger.
Let's face it,
it would save so much
time
except in my scenario
Miss Scarlett
is not the killer but
the victim,
and her name isn't
Scarlett, is it?
You know who it is,
and I'd slip the blade
horizontally
through your left
armpit
until it pierced your
cold, black heart
and even then you'd go
on living,
your Facebook page a
shrine
still posting
horoscopes from the grave
along with Bejewelled
requests
and chain memes:
'Ten places you loved
and one you hated,'
and it still wouldn't
include Hell
though no doubt you'd
be running the place in weeks,
and being passive
aggressive towards Satan
and yes, Julie, I do
mean you.
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