They’re slaying Jessica
tonight, letting out all
her blood and burying
her up in the copse.
Nobody else will be
there to say farewell –
just her and the two
killing her.
They’re slaying Jessica
tonight, up by the
silvery lakes where she
first took Josh. Ironic
that their “love spot”
should be her last
resting place. Still, that’s
life.
They’re slaying Jessica
tonight, cutting open
her veins and pouring
her life onto the soil.
Poor maid – she only
ever asked for hope
and love, not an
eternal sleep.
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