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ou loved me, Oh! How I fell for that lie, I should have known something isn’t right!</b></p><p id="23d2"><b>Today my body is buried, but my soul is not. I’ll destroy your fame And whatever else you got!</b></p><p id="7d23"><b>Sleeping with me, you be a man, When the baby came, you ran!</b></p><p id="7759"><b>You knew I would sue you, You scared piece of shit; You decided you would kill me, That’s it?</b></p><p id="d71a"><b>Well, darkness will surround you Like your evening sky. Justice will be served! Yours, Late Eva Rye.”</b></p><h2 id="1fe6">© Prasanta Banerjee 2020. All Rights Reserved.</h2><h2 id="f5bb">Join my newsletter</h2><p id="2f93">You may also read:</p><div id="9ddb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/life-a-beautiful-mess-6cfb3651af24"> <div> <div> <h2>Life — A Beautiful Mess</h2> <div><h3>Short poetry on life</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*PaEn_zEPor6b04K6v-1YGA.jpeg)"></div>

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Poetry

The Letter

A soul to a murderer

Photo by Syed Hasan Mehdi from Pexels

As I walked down the road, In a quiet, cloudy evening; A tall, dark figure appeared from nowhere: “This is for you, Mr. Cumming.”

I stood there still, the man long gone, Opened the envelope and saw the initials “Ron”. How can someone know my eke-name? “Ronald Cumming, aka, Ron — You’re a shame!”

The letter continued:

“I would be living, if not for you, You big disgrace. Now that I’m dead, People should know your real face.

A lawyer by day, killer at night, You said you loved me, Oh! How I fell for that lie, I should have known something isn’t right!

Today my body is buried, but my soul is not. I’ll destroy your fame And whatever else you got!

Sleeping with me, you be a man, When the baby came, you ran!

You knew I would sue you, You scared piece of shit; You decided you would kill me, That’s it?

Well, darkness will surround you Like your evening sky. Justice will be served! Yours, Late Eva Rye.”

© Prasanta Banerjee 2020. All Rights Reserved.

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