Lover's Quarrel
Warning: Brutalization
The alarm clock rang
Through empty air
Blood splattered
Everywhere
The scene grotesque
Lying there
open on the floor
Frigid air
Flowed through the window
broken in shards
blood on jagged edges
A storm came through
not mother nature
no
it was something more fearsome
a person with a temper
not calculated
or cold
hot tempered anger
rage that's too bold
scattered guts on the walls
Just outside
A busy street
A cello played
with deep notes
A somber tune
Across the way
A neighbor sighed
As he looked up
he saw the signs
He turned around
and walked away
his head down
a friend in grave
An angry boss
an employee late
for days
no return
A wandering thought
A call from mom
no answer
my busy child
never any time
A walk down the block
A knock on the door
A hollow sound
an ear to wood
A ringing in the background
How long shall it wait
the corpse on the floor
Will anyone ever
open your door?
About the Creator
Tanya Leij
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