the crimson moon
glistening teeth
a distant howl

the snap of a latex glove
I use to mask
my identity

underneath
the crimson moon
a woman's scream

under
the crimson moon
echo of footsteps

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

the crimson moon
whispering
he is not gone

a creak in the floor
I hold
my breath

a bloody knife
a name unknown
a family mourns

the crimson moon
glows across the bay
body bag

TOP half champion

CHAMPION
 

BOTTOM half champion

trapped
with a murderer
we all look innocent

knock on the door
cops
where is my brother

perhaps it is the candlestick
in the conservatory . . .
roll the dice

fear creeps up slowly.
terror because once again,
my word count is low.

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion