Flash of knife and slap of meat,
cry of pain or curdled scream,
walk up on her from behind.
Unawares, slash her heart lines.
'gainst the the blue car let her bleed.
Let her writhe, and let her scream.
Him, rejected, by who, her?
And complained to manager?
Lost his job and lost his pay,
had nothing to lose they say.
Didn't see her as a queen,
nor even a peasant, seems.
Let her see the hate-filled eyes
eyes of one she'd realize
simply wanted her to "share",
eyes that stalked with every stare.
Let her writhe and let her fall,
Add her name to the deads' wall.
One of twelve? Hell, kill them all.