No, it was not me

Yes, the bloodied blade is mine.

But, no, it was not me.

Yes, the whorl-mark in her neck was my right’s index

But, no, it was not me.

I chanced upon her in the alley.

Lying.

Bloodied.

Hands are tied.

It was dark.

I cut the lasso, not her vein.

I checked her pulse, I did not strangle her.

Yes, but it was not me.

Not guilty, your Honor.

>>/Stare Decisis/