the midnight dropper,
the body rocker,
eyes squeezing.

another day,
another body,

i radioed the precinct
"ay, joe, we've got another stiff. on the corner of main and
fifth. same MO as the others"
who could completly suck the insides out of 5 bodies.
in 2 days.
how is this possible?
the hardest case i've ever worked on.

i leaned near the latest victim,
i opened his bloodied wallet,
his name was James Monroe, age 25.
hmm, all the victims were male
between 20-26
this killer liked her men young,
who could she be,
the only evidence of her was the red lipstain on his cheek
like the rest,
who was this mystery woman?

i stayed up all night trying to find her
eyes bloodshot and coffee splattered jeans i woke to the
sound of someone screeming
a blood-curling scream
i ran outside,
gun cocked,
i see mrs. wilters
huddled into a small ball at the edge of the street,
i run towards her, shake her small, fragile frame.
she points to the side of her house,
i run, already knowing,
i see the body,

i bang my head against the metal of the crappy trailer
house,
how can she elude me like this?!
i make my way to the car. and i wait,
i wait until even the sun falls asleep
leaving the cold unforgiving darkness in its place,
i drive around the neighborhood,
waiting, waiting,

as i'm about to call it a night,
i see something move,
something on the side of the road,
i turn the car, racing against her,
i stop the car and run,
cold fingers curled around the even colder gun,
i see a small figure hunched over the body of Benji,
the neighborhood prostitute,
the only one outside at this time,
"MA'AM LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL SHOOT!" i yell as loud as i
possibly can
she turns around slowly,
mouth covered in blood,
Benji runs, crying.
poor boy.

I stare, hard.
then approach slowly,
then i notice something,
shes her.
no not her, 
my knees shake,
the world is closing around me
the darkness surrounding me
it can't be her,
i fall into the cold embrace of darkness
its her.
its ida.