Killer

January 12, 2012
My blood stains the water red.
It swirls in glorious reds and blues.
My body bobs atop the ocean’s surface.
Up and down.
Up and down.
It floats with the currents.
I stand there watching,
A soul without a home.
My body slowly sinks.

Someone will find my corpse.
But no one will find my killer.





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