More poems by Claire.

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1 2 3 bodies limp
on the floor.
1 2 3 4 bullet holes
in the door.

1 2 3 4 shell casings
in a bag.
1 2 3 4 nooses
ready to gag.

1 2 3 4 blood splattered
on the wall.
1 2 3 4 policen
on the call.

1 2 3 4 chalk lines
cover the ground.
1 2 3 4 killers creeping
witout a sound.

1 2 3 4 suspects
found dead.
1 2 3 4 lethal
blows to the head.

1 2 3 4 homsides
happened tonight.
1 2 3 4 are you afraid
to turn out the ligh?
Poem by Claire.