I am a murderer, roaming scot-free.
This staircase has been my favourite weapon of choice.
The bottomless pit at the base hides all my secrets.
My self-esteem, my confidence & my individuality hide there.
I killed the little girl who believed in Santa,
I strangulated and pushed the teenager who was waiting for her Prince Charming,
The young ambitious woman was the most difficult to silence,
The middle-aged housewife was the easiest of them all,
It was the old widow who died even before I could try,
Yes…I killed them all…
Dreams, Hope, Ambition, Inspiration & Perseverance – perished one by one
They will never rise again…never…
Is this your story too?
Are you a murderer….roaming scot-free?
I’m participating in the Write Tribe Festival of Words – June 2018