an evening walk

flung my shoes up and
climbed the hill,
digging into the grass with my
bare toes.

the discussion over who stabbed who
was still going around in the back of my mind.

i walked in the middle of the road
on the white line
neither this side nor that
and the car lights kept blinding me

i walked on the footpath
i went over my secret

i planted images in their minds
of dead bodies in the beach
and meat covered in molasses.
not sure why it amuses me so.

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