Thank You My Killer

By Manu

There was a hint of heat

in the hugs of the wind,

the heat was trying to melt

what was frozen and sinned.

The branches were benumbed,

Insouciant winter in retreat,

like worn-out leaves,

limbs were scattered on the street.

The street was filled with oddities,

people soulless and callous.

I spotted you among them,

lonely and helpless,

servant of your inner malice.

You were feeding on the

entrails of a consecrated cadaver.

In haste and hunger, crazed,

hacking with a celibate cleaver.

You didn’t want the spectators

of your diabolical bearings,

You were in disguise, wearing

the subtlety of red herrings.

You heard the unnerved sound

of my terrified tread,

the air was corrupted with pity,

By Manu