Murder on my Mind










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~ T H R O A T ~ Something sinister for today's prompt. Late night musings always seem to transpire into darkness.

Murder on my Mind

It started small.

It started small. A gentle whisper,

It started small. A gentle whisper, almost nonexistent.

"Trip him," she said.

"Trip him," she said. "Trip him and be at peace."

I did the deed.

I did the deed. But peace did not greet me.

The next time I heard her,

The next time I heard her, it was like welcoming an old friend.

"Just a little shove."

"Just a little shove." "It's nothing compared to what he's done to you."

I did it again.

I did it again. And this time,

I did it again. And this time, I brought him to his knees.

The last time I heard her,

The last time I heard her, I couldn't hear anything else.

"Just one last time."

"Just one last time." "It feels just like cutting pie."

Palming a knife,

Palming a knife, my feet led the way.

Palming a knife, my feet led the way. My hands did the rest.

And she was right.

And she was right. It felt just like cutting pie.

I smiled.

I smiled. And a gaping, scarlet crescent grinned right back.

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