Talent~ By Sid Orange

​I kill and it is clumsy and slow,
as if murder is the alphabet
a toddler crayons.
 
I practice killing until proficient
and without an obvious signature.
I reinvent time to repeat your last
 
and deepest wound.
You die often and softer
than my indifferent deep shiver.   


Author Bio:
Sid Orange was a bouncer, thug, drug addict and conman. Always an autodidact, he was raised in London, UK, but now lives in The Cotswolds, UK.