by Rachel Marsom-Richmond
When the
Black Dahlia
was found,
face sliced
into a smile,
her hair
had been
hennaed black,
black
like the clothes
her killer wore,
black
like the darkest moon
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When the
Black Dahlia
was found,
face sliced
into a smile,
her hair
had been
hennaed black,
black
like the clothes
her killer wore,
black
like the darkest moon