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She needed help, but my assistance will get me framed as Londons most wanted.

This is part of the collection written by Atanacio, Angellynn, The Beaded Butterfly, Jamie Rambo and others.

Submitted:Feb 20, 2009    Reads: 93    Comments: 6    Likes: 5   

Her eyes screamed ghost

her skin matt fear

Captured by her shadow

told to disappear

Her will was weak

she begins to fade

Her salvation was

my demand she stayed

I held her pulse

supported her head

A distant tap

she wasn't dead

Her cheeks warmed

I whispered in her ear

"I need you alive

let's get you out of here"

Lifting her clear

of gravel and mud

Deep was the puddle

of revealed blood

I muttered, "how"

into a sky of black

Her dying words

"It was Jack"

Lusk had said

"Amongst the poverty and city suits

stalks a killer

pursuing prostitutes."

Headlines would be written

I'd appear in the news

Abberline would soon arrive

searching for clues

I ran a maze

of Whitechapel streets

Stopped where road

and Royal river meets

A description of 'The Ripper

circulated for all to see

Was to my shock

a portrait of me!!!

I stared in the mirror

began to shave

I Knew mob culture

and how they'd behave

I boarded a train

steadied nerves with gin

Animated was the man shouting,

"That's him."

The steam from the air

cleared from my stare

This was script

from my own nightmare

19th century England

was lodged in my head

Mapped East London

was the quilt on my bed


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