Believe me,  I’m not crazy

  • interview with murder

Just below the rational lies
the think center, a camouflage.
It was the smell, sticky and red,
that made me ravenous.
And after it was all over,
I sat on the lanai with a pina colada,
a light breeze ruffling my cover.

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