Poem of the day: Murder on Market Street

Murder on Market Street
by A.J.W.

blood on a knife
is like
evidence
A single red snowflake on
cold
hard
metal

he ran
quickly
without a sound
dropped his knife
on the cold cold ground
didn't look back
never has never will
the headlines say that
money
will be offered for his
head
murder on market street
the people all whisper
done by our dearest most wanted
murderer
little did they know
the man at the newspapers
who had reported
every single article
on their dearest most wanted
murderer
was their dearest most wanted
murderer
watching them all between the lines of his papers
dropping knives with scarlet secrets spilled