The woman confronts me, she's thin but quick
to knock on my door and ask for answers
about the last man who was suffocated by something or someone slick
enough to cover their tracks with out laying any hands on them.
Although one connection led to me standing in my doorway
she readied her fists as if she knew I wanted to take her life too
but she didn't interest me for she was a kind woman
and the men I had slain were criminals crooks and there's no problem
taking their lives away.
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