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JawsJagged and dripping jaws
encase me in this world I've known for so long.
Storms rage, masking the roar and ache in my mind.
With the canopy of night comes the dreamless sleep, and
the questions with no answers
that last till the morning fog.
A tunnel of sky opens,
revealing a wall of storm clouds
stretching up for miles.
rain ricochets off the granite and dirt,
rapidly creating streams and swelling rivers.
Thunder and lightning pry open the sky,
sending shocks down my spine.
The jagged and dripping jaws run with water,
while the torrent overflows away from me.
The menacing and dark jaws
keep me dry.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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