stains/

©2021 Michael Raven

her face broke into
sneer crossed with
laughter and a
hint of rising vomit

"you thought...?
i might...?
really?"

and then the laughter
breaks the levee and
poison chortles spill
into his lap as
she pushes away

brushing the din
from his slacks
he pulls his hood up
and leaves the
crime scene

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