• deep, red blood,
    it drips, it falls,
    onto the carpet,
    and splatters the walls.

    the blood- stained knife
    clashes on the ground
    the blank eyes see
    the deaf ears hear sound.

    the body that stood
    a moment before
    now falls with finality
    to the red- covered floor

    a family bursts in
    with laughter abounds
    their eyes find the person
    there is no more sound

    deep wails now fill
    the room of the crime
    she was their friend, their mother,
    why?

    the children can't speak
    their mother is dead
    they can't understand,
    but they won't speak again.