Love is blind

His hands entangled in her luscious coiled locks — the blade tears through the first layer of skin ripping through her white blouse now stained red. She does not let us a scream because she is already incapacitated from the chloroform.

He wipes his blade against her shirt the metal glimmering in the moonlit night. Her lifeless body slumps over and hits the ground. He resumes his jog out of the dank alley.

When he reaches his apartment, he can see Joe; she is smoking a cigarette, her hand searching for her lighter her white walking stick sits next to her.

”hi baby.” she says, smoke billowing out her nose.

”How did you know it was me?” he seats himself next to her.

”Why do you smell like that?” her brows furrow.

”Like what babe?”

”Like blood?”

”I cut myself on my run, I'm fine baby” he forgot about the knife in his pocket.

”I'm going in for a shower,” he heads for the door.

She continues smoking on the front porch listening as sirens pass her a lot of them like it was something serious happening.