wind blows quiet
anticipation rising
night air
from the sea
born the fog
come rolling
o’er the town
damp air
down the alley
came a creeping
a creep named Erwin
sneaking
breathing hard
lungs constricted
with fear
drenched air
erwin angered
by her ignorance
could bear her dullness
no more
he strangled her
scarce air
scarce air
lifted her
and dangled her
threw her down
with a thud
nary a sound
devoid of blood
still air
got to run
someone saw him
round the corner
sweating bad
eyes all over
panic fills
the air
the air
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