Serial Killer

Painting by Jura Bedic
While I confess the murders of the minutes,
my hour tries to count the grains falling
on the palm of my hand like hail.
One, two, three minutes to cut the throats
of the sixty seconds left between
my tortured veins and my icy skin.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

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