BLOODY WOMAN

Staying with comic verse, albeit of the blacker persuasion, here's a grisly tale of murder in just twelve lines.

BLADE RUNNER

Bright stiletto in the sternum.
On the parquet, blood is spreading
as she mutters, That’ll learn him ...
then she’s through the doorway heading
for the Ford and then the State-line
in the Californian sunshine.

Bright stiletto, polished handle:
icicle of death and danger. 
Dead, he's like a snuffed-out candle:
half her lover, half a stranger.
She, a victim of his lust, is
now a fugitive from justice.