She’s not who she says she is……

Perhaps she’s a neighbor or old friend….

Perhaps she’s an old romantic dead end….

Perhaps she’s a savior to to the end…..

Or perhaps I just prefer to pretend……

Oh, these thoughts cease to end…..

Where to begin……

Let the cops handle next of kin…….

Her blood is on my shoe again……

Another Jane doe slain at the inn…..

She’s not who she says she is…….....