Twist

| October 29th, 2009

Turn goes the knife, twist.
a subtle slip of the wrist.
A flash and then comes the pale.
The moon looks down upon a dark deed unblinking.
A scream. An unseen scream.
The shadow flees, revealed.
Pass through brick and tree and bush.
Pass through an alley, onto a calm street.
Lights, and Sirens, and Squeals.
A lullaby for a stone giant.
The city turns and slumbers again.
Adrift upon a human sea.

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