Jack the RipperA Poem by MelodyWritten in class today for an assignment. Please read
His knife craving blood
his hands shaking from lack of buzz his heart beat matching the quickness of his thoughts. Jack is the ripper of the night in the city under the moon among the people of the day. © 2013 MelodyAuthor's Note
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