Sunday, March 29, 2015

2153 : Poison

She said she just hated red wine. He smiled and muttered, it reminded him of blood. 

"The blood that moves the body?", she asked in her waspy tone.

"Red that stops the movement, stills the mind", he whispered as if it were a secret.

She sang, "What if there is a conspiracy, a raucous trail that descended towards anemia?".

"Well, then, in that case the world does not need to know that I am the killer !!", he hummed staring deep into the chalice.

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