Forensic Examination of a Murder Case

our love didn’t die quietly in the night

it was a drive-by shooting

the kind where a casual word becomes the one bullet that tears through the wall and into a heart that had already stopped beating

should the rifling be inspected, your name will be written in grooves and divots

the casing burns black into the floor – it waits to be shoved into an evidence bag

the outline of my body is drawn on our bed in thick chalk lines

arterial spray: a cloud of red mist on poorly painted walls

my hands are clean of gun shot residue but are filthy with tears

latex-coated fingers calculate how much DNA can be swabbed from my cheeks

will it be enough for the jury?

while the justice system promises, “you’ll get over him”

my sightless eyes stare open, truly blind


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