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MURDERING BILL
ОглавлениеWith less than the pressure
Of a downpressing butterfly wing in a feather field -
The opening of an eyelid would make more noise -
He opened the letterbox so slowly that it was
As unsuspecting as a passing yawn in the morning.
A smooth criminal face tattooed with blue ink
With my name peers. This Royal Male
The silent secret stalker crouched delicately
Outside the front door – eyes filled the letterbox
Like two greedy gulping goldfish in a tank.
He drinks in the shadows of the sleeping half
And becoming almost liquidite
Squeezes savagely through the letterbox
Arms first, head stretched, ears cut
Now he had the eyes and the body of a lizard
The strain written in blue veins on his face