Murder in the night

What if it’s all there
to know, and I never saw it,
never clued-up to know
the twist of an ending.

It’s what keeps me returning
to this thriller. Serial killers,
a man without a footnote,
yet toe flexibility just enough
to bend, to pick up
some semi-lit, discarded
mystery brand of cigarette;
he knew it was crucial.

Or is it a woman
who’s central parked
on the city edge of suspicion,
lipstick a shade too red
for her innocent smile?

She smears over mirrors of doubt
with the words, “I told you so.”

With twists hand pocketed
the pair cross over in the street,
pass in parallel plots,
unconcerned
and reminisce about the real villains,

they who leave deep white scars
down their ripped, paperback spines.

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2 thoughts on “Murder in the night

  1. Bekki says:

    Someone’s liking the whodunit scene!

  2. Matt says:

    A good whodunit is irresistible isn’t it?

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