Splatter Analysis

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She'd said she didn't, that she hadn't,
And they wanted to believe her.
Yet the stains remained even after she washed,
And the marks on her arms were telling.

The angle was right for what happened,
Wrong for her story.
The spots proved disastrous to it, too.
And the angle of origin, the velocity when splattered—

Those didn't match up, either.

She'd said she behaved.
Sure, some friends had cut—
Not her.

The morgue says otherwise.

©2007

Not entirely sure what inspired this one.


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