Most Murders

Most murders are slow affairs,
insanely slow,
one harsh word at a time,
spilling blood
that cannot be seen,
but still,
drains life until

all that is left
is the shell, cicada like,
hanging on,
exquisite,
perfect,
but not alive.

About this poem.

Louise Penny wrote once that not everything buried is dead. Likewise, not everything breathing is alive.

Tom