mortinta!

it’s such a thankless job
constantly picking the locks of doors
working overnights… always overnights
although every once in a while
I get a daytime shift

at least I’ll never have to wonder
if I will ever get a partner
for nobody could ever love
a scarlet-lipped killer

my calling card is different every time
but I suppose that wouldn’t make it a calling card
my name is eventually on every doctor’s lips
expressing condolences for an unavoidable truth

if I could be invited to the funeral
that would be fine as wine
finely aged and locked inside of a wooden container
although not nearly as sweet

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