Dirty Crime

February 26, 2018

My boss calls out, “new case for you, it’s murder out there, get going.”
At the scene, a stench burns my hairs. I cough… Horrid sights.
Nightmarish, uncleanly stalls… Janitors like me can’t be free.

The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form known as sijo

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