CRIME Poem: The Anatomy of a Love Heist, by Austin TJ

Midnight stains the windowsill, a shadow licks the floor—
She whispers love like counterfeit bills slipped beneath the door.
Her kiss, a loaded pistol pressed to my collarbone,
A heist of trust, the safecracked heart we’d sworn to leave alone.

Lipstick smears on bourbon glass, a ledger of her lies,
The locket in her pocket hums with someone else’s eyes.
I trace the cracks in her alibi, the bloodstains in the thread,
While sirens weave through silence, stitching futures to the dead.

“Darling,” she croons, “the jury’s blind—they’ll never see the knife.
We’ll bury truth where roses choke, and call it second life.”
But moonlight spills her fingerprints on every vow we broke,
A cyanide confession in the smoke of her last smoke.

The clock strikes guilt. A shot rings cold. The walls bleed neon blame.
Her ghost now wears the wedding band she melted down to flame.
They’ll find the cracks we papered with the skin of borrowed names,
But never how her laughter hangs, a noose without a frame.

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