Stumbling; I entered –
Breaking the water like a child
Splashes in a puddle.
The tips of my fingers caressed
The wooden edge of the door,
Along the wall and slapped the light switch on.
Illuminated under light, a raging flood.
The chandelia stands over them;
With eyes sharp as a knife.
The listless bodies,
Frozen breasts – hair torn out
By bloody nails: all contorted
All silenced. A cheek smashed
Against the slippery floor.
As I took the keys from her hand
I saw my face reflected in frozen eyes.