The Voice of a Murderer

"Make the reader sympathetic to the murderer."

All the frigid Sunday mornings

in the month of no-mercy

are avoided by everyone,

whipping, agitated sighs

lick my burning, porcelain eyes.

Ice sculpture trees line the path

of my journey and memories of fertile spring

prove powerless against a midnight blizzard.

The emptiness of my shelter and harshness

of nature kindles a small hole of grief

for all my buried loves,

making my black, lumpy blood

sink deeper into sullen, weathered veins.

 

But you see, on this wonderfully dreary Sunday

I rescued a tabby from the tundra

and when its owner came to collect--

naturally, I took her in,

on mutual grounds, of course

until I spiked her tea

and tied her to the chair

where she had willingly sat,

gagged and bound

in her puffy white coat.

The sweetest rubber boots

encasing her delicate feet

squealed as she wriggled,

dancing on four legs in the middle

of my dimly lit room.

 

I wasn’t going to keep her long,

just until the stake of loneliness stopped twisting

      but she never woke up.

 

I have trapped us in this winter;

Until the ground fully thaws, I promised her
We'd share this place of shelter

Side by side, like lovers 

in stiff-knee-slumber.

Author's Note

collaborative ending :)

Reviews

[That_Girl]

Hmm really interesting. I like how you spun things to make the reader's emotions towards the murderer softer. Very nice!

[Kait]

This was from a promp; the object was supposed to make the reader sympathetic to the murderer. Thank you for your review!
Now I know you received it in the way it was intended! :)

[That_Girl]

You're very welcome. :)