Killer On The Run

All my beige dresses have specks of brain matter on them.

All my thoughts are scattered, waiting for the sword to drop.

Have I bludgeoned the last good man this chilly evening?

Will they watch as I self-destruct or make me come to a stop?

I am taking my path down some alleys I cannot even mention,

And the dogs are after my scent, but soon they will tire.

The river washes away the scarlet crimes while I act somber.

One day they will finally see that I am no gun for hire.

-Jackie