My Valentine

I am a murderer of the worst
kind
I've taken lives of
five
six
seven maybe more
even by proxy
Blood
body parts
broken souls
and smiles
Blunt force trauma
to the forehead
I wonder if he envisioned
my legs
my bare thighs
my socked feet
As he pulled that Ralph Lauren
tight enough
to cut off her air
Maybe my ways
my murderous ways
drove him to kill
on the day of love
A card
A red candy heart
and her own skin & blood
beneath her pretty fingernails
I had only one accomplice
he has nightmares
And wakes with a
plastic smile
He won't blame me
nor himself
But he doesn't know
the lie I told the old man
Got him
life
without parole
and deprived the
battered women's group
of one of its
most dedicated members