Tag: free verse
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Free Verse Friday – The Author of Murder
We slay with sayings.Words cutting like knives.Blood spatter.Someone lying on the floor.A pool of blood.The plot thickens.Whodunit?Was it Jack, Bobby, or Johnny?Too many to choose—A red herring shows its face.Yet nothing falls into place. Join the Conversation Drop your verse in the comments. If you enjoyed this poem, follow me on Facebook, Instagram, or Pinterest…
C. N. Garraway 