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.
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.