Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

New dawn.
Dawn chorus

Of birds outside
The window. She

Pulls back the pink
Curtains with her

Red sticky fingers;
Sees the white roses

In the garden right
Ahead in full bloom,

Not caring though
Seeing, knowing

Behind her in their
Bedroom on their

Double bed, her
Battered bloodied

Husband lies dead.

dark, but wonderful in its inconceivable twist.....excellent !

thank you for reading, saw.

yes excellent
"sticky fingers"
I was wondering where that was going
and then wham.

thank you for writing

thank you, still.trucking.