after she falls asleep
he hears the voices again
huryhurryhurry
they're waiting for you
so he goes
he picks two leaving a department store
older this time
but youth still dripping from their fingers
so he takes them
and their bodies are his canvas
smooth light lines across the stomach
the toes
their bright little eyes are dull and wet in his hands
insides on the pavement
they haven't screamed in a while
too bad
he wipes his hands clean of the fluids
quick switch it off
there's someone waiting at home
he puts on the new personality
i made it just for you
love
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a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
