The woman’s body had been dismembered. Entirely and utterly torn apart, pieces of which were strewn about the apartment. And there, in the dark, we found the symbol of the killer glowing on the wall: the two Xs for eyes and the smiley face. It was the third such case this month.
“I wanna know, how does he not track blood everywhere when he leaves the place?” I asked my partner, Matthew. “He’s careful, but not that careful. If he was more careful, he wouldn’t leave such a mess.”
(more…)
Just another day in the nightmare landscape, the rugged rocky hills, and the prophet by my side. We climbed day and night, meeting with the sages and thieves in their torn rags, who gave us water to drink and food for our souls.
We are on a spiritual journey to discover who killed the Master of the Universe. It was the defining crime of our era, and perhaps all of humanity. When the bullet exploded through his head, spraying the cabin room with blood, brain, and sinew, the gaping chasm in the center of the Universe killed half the population.
The prophet looks up
The sky turns blood red and hot
We run to the cave
I’ve taken painstaking care
to avoid this moment
when the hot solar flares
take away my chance at atonement
for the crimes I’ve committed
& the lovers I’ve lost
for the criminals I’ve acquitted
& the innocent lives it cost
(more…)at this juncture, we’ve not found
the serial killer who
stalks the sickened streets
of this suburban town –
turn that frown
upside-down, miss
we’ve got diligent detectives
on the case
looking at every trace
of evidence
storing it in dirty lockers –
we’ll find this psycho-dude
I assure you
& you can go back
to your tranquil life
not worrying ‘bout
these dreadful things
(Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash)
Imagine one day you wake up and you’re accused of a crime. You have no memory of committing a crime, but the authorities come to your apartment and begin to take away your freedoms. They say you must now submit to a mysterious court procedure, but they’re explanations are vague.
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