Murder Mayhem Poem by Blanche Hardin

Murder Mayhem



'Tis a dream of a murderous plot,
Or a dream is not.
I'm to remember the before,
When his blood was spilled on my floor.
To only recover a knife under my covers.
The sheets stained red;
Thus the sheet I wrapped his corpse.
I'm filled with great remorse.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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