Murderer - By Claire Glover


I do not read books.
I kill them. Stab my knife into the pages with
A savage joy. Twist until the words jumble
and a stream Of ink rushes down onto the table
The life's blood of a book.
I let it slide through my fingers, feel
Strange joy as the book's soul
Joins with mine. A horrible deed done
I erase the evidence, place the book back on the shelf
Wipe my hands of the ink, the stray words
Clinging to my shirt.
And walk away
Simply a passerby.

- Written by: Claire Glover

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