Saturday, 10 August 2013

Paint the Town Red

A belligerent cunt is pushed through a chip shop window, opening up the jugular vein in a haze - like hammer hitting a spray can. Stiletto in his heart, over a chip barm...Diamond shards scatter. CCTV erect, slurps up the scene in seconds. It repeats for the next week slightly grainer and grey.
The attacker slips on a battered cod, comical sod she shattered her skull on the tiled floor.
I finished my home work and watched 'You've been Frame', Beadles tiny hand, my dads cruel joke has me in stitches. Later 'Crimewatch', my thoughts, neurotic. Like I said it replays in grey. 'Don't have nightmares, and sleep well'.

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