A Leather Apron in Whitechapel, 1888

Dark streets whet
the doctor's blade,
his sharp steel flashes
like lightning as thundering
heartbeats feed the red riverlet
splattering crimson speckles
on the cobblestones.


Inspired by: Mag 201


2 comments:

Helen said...

WHEW! Dark, powerful and good!

Letitia Minnick said...

Thanks Helen. :)

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