Dusty little me,
All alone in this glass bowl
Forgotten in the mist of love
Yet lust was really only there
All alone am I
Left in a juice filled bowl
Yet it has been days
Sense they took her remains
Off the bed room walls
It’s been hours sense their fight
The detectives looked about
Sirence pierced the night
Yet here I set weeks later
Still all alone
I saw the whole thing
Herd her frantic screams
Saw the blood splatter
When she cried no more
Watched his anger grow
As he ripped her throat
When he grieved when no more
She moved
His own brains scattered
Carpet stained and ripped
Leaving the room a mess
Yet now and only now
Forever till the end
I will remain
Dusty Strawberry
The one never bitten.

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