" THE CALLIGRAPHY OF CARNAGE "

With every beat, every thump, every jump, every  pump of your heart,  I start my journey from your chin ,to your shinny- shin shin, and all points in  between.

Then there is a slash, a gash.   I gush , rush to follow the arc of the weapon. My scarlet scream cries out, "hey look, see how I spatter. "

Note the size and movement of my droplets. The whole scenario of the act is painted in each stroke, each stabbing poke. Volumes spoken in every drop, in a language known to the forensic cop.

Dead men do tell tales, and so do their blood trails, if you listen, If you know how to read the calligraphy of carnage.

Kotah.

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