
Caught in the light of day,
With blood stains on your soul.
Like a burning forest fire,
Guilt trailed you to the core.
What innocence you stole,
From one so dear to my heart.
You’ll never see such fury again,
As I followed you from my broken home.
Oh how you plunged your fist,
Into the jaws of this trap.
Eye will not see, ears will not hear,
What I will bestow upon you.
Haunt you will these acts,
So carelessly tossed aside.
Blood has pooled in the water,
The frenzy is not far behind.
In a single silent moment,
You will find me a shadow upon your back.
Struggle will be a fleeting thought,
As I deliver satisfying death blow.
Gasp, shriek, cry, they will not hear,
As you slip into an icy tomb.
Watch me as I help you slip,
Into your robes of darkest gray.
And float down to the bottom of this mirror,
Forever reflecting upon all you did.
-M.E. InkOwl
The picture to this piece is chilling! Even with close examination. The prose has its strength “…a shadow on your back…”, “…watch me as I help your slip…” yet loses momentum. Something to revisit and revise.
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