Hey, guys!

So I was bored the other day while at work and there was a writing challenge on reddit I decided to join in on: Write a poem that when read forward is from the perspective of the victim, but when read backward (lines read normally, but from bottom to top) is the perspective of the murderer.

My entry:

At night, I hear the childrens' cries.
"There is no evil left to fear.
"There is no monster living here,"
I whisper softly, softly. Lies.

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Come closer here—my heart, my host.
Come closer. Hear my heart, my host,

Is only staid with presence close.
If love’s a potion, ample dose.

My night-ful bride, I need your boon.

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