Couple
Death played on their minds obsessively...
Like a broken record;
He followed deaths on Sysoon-
She collected Gravestones;
Hired killer mentality? ? ...
Threads of familiarity tethered them;
Marilyn Monroes ghost haunted them;
Fetishes embellished them...
Barefeet and painted red toenails defined them;
Jealousy and lust nearly destroyed them;
A hidden team-no longer hidden!
Exposed by their very own words!
Puzzle pieces put together by professionals:
Hot coffee, drugs and death...
Silk stockings, flesh and greed...
So much in common...so much indeed!
poem by Theodora Onken
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