A killer’s prayer

Oh lord, forgive me
For all he made me do
For his love
Another’s loss
I knew not
That you’d see
The noose
Her screams
You sent him to my window
I hear him
Sharpening his knife
Her whispers in the trees

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36 thoughts on “A killer’s prayer”

    1. Thanks Jo-Anne, I could tell you what happened in my mind to get the protagonist to this prayer, but instead I shall leave you hanging to allow your own conclusions! I’m pleased its an open ended, tense read. Thanks for the comment πŸ˜‰

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  1. The words and the photo are great together. This really makes me want to look over my shoulder. I like how these sounds are all ones that would interrupt a silence, ones that wouldn’t be heard with the normal commotion of life…creepy!

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  2. These super-short lines really add to the tension. That sound of the knife being sharpened…*shivers.* I love the layers of sound you’ve portrayed–loud, soft, internal.

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