The Perfect Kill: #2 The Crime Scene.

I took out a cigarette, began to smoke,
It helped me to hear, as the crime scene spoke,
Two stained glasses and a bottle of wine,
A broken wall clock stuck at five past nine,
I walked over to the bookshelf, layered with dust,
As I stood there I felt a gust,
The windows all closed, and so was the door,
But then I noticed a paper on the floor,
Quivering gently at my feet,
It sat there, folded neat,
I picked it up and held it near,
“A gift for my dear Jay”,
Incomplete although it seemed,
Within me, excitement teemed,
I opened the folds, ever so slow,
What the letter contained, I wanted to know,
Slowly the writing began to show,
And I felt a stone in my throat,
“This is just the beginning.”, the letter read,
“If you don’t stop me, more will be dead.”,
“Consider it as a game of chess, and I have taken my turn”,
“I will not stop until you die, until I watch you burn”,
Taken aback I was although,
I did my best to not let it show,

“S.M.”.

The Perfect Kill: #1 The beginning.

Every detective has that one case,
That one case, that one elusive face,
Today I narrate, one such endeavour,
Of a culprit, Oh! So clever,
They called her the best, ‘The One That Got Away’,
And yet I remember her, like it were yesterday.

The trees whistled on this cold and windy night,
As I stood at the corner of a street, not a soul in sight,
The street lamp flickered and let out a sound,
And I kept thinking of the body that we had found,
“The body was mangled”, the coroner had said,
“It seems like someone really wanted him dead”,
Murder it was, but was it a crime of passion?
The corpse laid out in a peculiar fashion,
Stabbed in the back and laid on a bed,
A white rose petal placed at the side of his head,
I remained puzzled, the circumstances were queer,
Even in his death he had no fear,
The murder was flawless, not one loose string,
No camera footage, no fingerprints,
Just a cadaver and his face,
One which was complacent with time and space,
The victim was a John Doe, no record, no name,
Yet with his murder he rose to fame,
This is the story of that one case,
That one case, that elusive face.