Thrill’s Kills

Courtesy: Pixabay
Empty car at tunnel's end,
tarnished chrome beneath streetlight's night,
discarded weapon,
a body prone,
a ruby bruise upon a tortured cheek
that was tortured no more,
crimson clues painting noir lights.

A waiting car waiting still,
a radio's song stark in silent night,
exhaust hovering,
vengeance played,
a lover's kiss thrilled to kill
an abuser's fists he'd share no more,
the radio's sax painting her last goodnight.

©November 2017, April 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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