American woman serial killerA Poem by eglantineHer beauty outweighed the moon she often dreamed of and her favorite shade was pure white
despite her absence of sympathy.
She lured them, men of all careers, some with silver in their teeth, some with gold in their squinted eyes,
to the Six Mile Wayfarer House.
There, shadows re-wound around themselves and stifled screams fell like blood from the edge of a sharp tongue.
She stole their possessions and tucked their lives within her bodice.
Lavinia wore her wedding dress, moon-stark against the ashen air, to her execution.
Before the noose was tightened, she sneered, eyes bright as white knuckles, and yelled If you have a message you want to send to hell, give it to me"I’ll carry it.
She then jumped off the scaffold and dangled, a shard of woman with glint of beast, into the crowd. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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Added on October 30, 2012Last Updated on October 30, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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