• Screams and cries of a little girl
    Fall silently in the darkness.
    Smells of blood, tears, and sweat
    Seep into the room.
    He tries to clean up the mess.
    No matter how hard he scrubs.
    It’s still there on him
    And the walls.
    Time goes by and yet,
    The screams of all the girls
    Whose blood he had spilt
    Echo deep in his head.
    No one really knows it was him,
    Yet he walks around cringing,
    Looking back and forth,
    Waiting for someone to call him out.
    Finally he feels he has committed the perfect crime.
    He smiles all pleasingly as he sits down.
    While he sips on his beer,
    He hears a knock on his door.
    He opens only to find,
    A warrant for his arrest.
    He thought he had cleaned up the mess,
    Only to find out in court
    That he had forgot about the hair.