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.
There –

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.


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