I was watching a documentary on Jack the Ripper and this poem popped into my head. A modern day take on him.
My heart pounds in my chest.
Then you touch my gentle breast.
I fell like I'm starring in a show.
You're my audience as my heart sinks low.
This isn't right, it wasn't right.
I see the blood and scream in fear.
Now I wish I wasn't near.
My eyes flutter and then sink close.
On my chest you lay a single rose.
You lean in close and whisper, "Goodbye."
Then run into the darkness as though you are shy.