Must have been the wind.

He wakes up on the floor,

Battered and Bruised.

Painful ringing in his ears,

Bleeding mouth, he’s lost a tooth.

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Stands up from the ground,

Holding his hands to his head.

The room keeps spinning around,

His clothes have been ripped to shreds.

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“I must have blacked out for a minute or two.”

“It was late. Makes sense I’d faint.”

But it’s just before noon.

His bones ache, he feels drained.

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It’s almost familiar.

The room’s been rearranged.

The front door is framed with splinters,

It won’t close all the way.

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As I push my mind back to relive memory,

The blurry image flees to my mind’s recesses.

A breeze pushes the door; something’s missing.

I empty my pockets, searching for invaluable assets.

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They come out empty, I have nothing of worth.

I give a big smile, as I am unaware

I’ve lost arcane gems and my money purse.

The perfect crime, leaving your memory bare.

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Any oddity is ignored.

“Must have been the wind.”

The words ease any concern.

But it’s not wind, it’s a storm.

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–

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Mandibles clicking, I watch from the window.

I took his gems, maybe now he’ll remember.

But he repeats the hated line I’ll never forget.

“Must have been the wind.” Must have been the wind!

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No perfume strong enough,

Nor smelling salts

To wake him up

To make him watch.

–

Look me in my eyes,

Like a web to the flies.

Or take my hand in yours.

I’m armed with four.

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My thunderous temper

Fed by hateful jealousy.

My incognito anger;

Social butterfly left behind.

–

Must have been the wind.

The wind doesn’t hold grudges.

My stormy disposition

Extinguishes your torches.

–

Try to light your lantern,

But it’s raining with my tears.

Your ears ring, your stomachs churn.

An uneasy feeling ignites your fears.

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You can ignore me,

But you can’t ignore crime.

Arson, murder, theft, kidnapping.

Forget a fearmonger? I dare you try!