I get up n’ roll over.

12 PM? Damn.

Run a hand through my long hair.

Throw blankets over the messy bed.

Rub my eyes and step over

the body on the floor.

What?

Haha, oops.

Secrets, funny.

Pick the blade up-

No face on the victim.

Stabbed 104 times.

Lick the blade, smile.

Blood sticky like honey.

And sweet like candy.

Drag ‘em to the closet, shut the door.

I’ll wash my hands and fix my makeup.

I’ll finish up the job, but…

Work awaits for now.