Abstract

I found a manin a roomsprawl awkwardat a dying angletickingat his bed’s endat his life’s endpast the end of his witsand his wife’sin a roomround the end of their lives.He trembled his vows againheld his cachectic bellepast her life’s endtheir last toast the mercy kill.I found himticking slowlyshe colddeliveredwaiting on his life.His survivalobliging inquiryof motiveof methodI hurriedhim off to hergentlest of homicides.Two mounds in a room, coolingpast fear, post suicide